Wednesday, March 21, 2012

by Linda Bansil

I have been walking in the shores and trampled
the sand its been flying in midair 
reaching my eyes until it pained them
and the waves are hitting the stones even harder
as old wounds open up and bleed
teeth clenched they are falling
its trying to rhyme with the splashes
I hear they were all  imposed by the tides
no more surprises this is my prayer 
no more surprises no mud no stone
no gusty winds , no whispers and hard surfaced stones
reach this cheeks
no more emptiness 
walking in the shores trampled by unforgiving waves
all wrapped up with a series of deceits
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