Those silent whispers untold and unheard
Clog those blank spaces I cling by
Some day when I look back at those
Some day when I only have them as ours
Will they still be mine?
Will they still echo deep within my heart
Will they still revolutionize my world?
For, the point in time where I stand, I have them to hold on to.
At times I grow tired,
Beaten by life
Sunk in worries
And as I cling to those blank spaces
Silence becomes defeaning.
But I rise and smile at those memories
And I count my life in them.
We sat overlooking the endless foamy sea from the wooden shack that had become our favourite spot. The vastness of the sea left us numb, yet we managed to mumble all the while tasting the salt peppery breath of the sea against our face. "I had never been so much at ease", I heard him close. I nodded, unable to put how I was feeling right at that moment sitting beside him facing the sea to myself. He played with the loose hair strands that the wind blew to my face. I let him. I was never so comfortable around any guy but with him everything was easy, as easy as breathing! He was getting tipsy from the beer cans and I was high on the ambience that the setting sun was promising us of. He looked as peaceful as a kid. These many months of knowing him had made me see the good that the world possessed of. I clutched his hands assuring him of my presence. He smiled his usual smile, the one that brightened up his calm face. A faint chord of a guitar, odd excerpts of foreign tongues,...
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