Sitting on the edge
Staring into infinity,
Feeling the silence broken – at an instance
Tiny waves acquainting a cooling splash
Approaching towards my submerged feet,
Only to be ended in a circled clash….
Uttering-not a single word
To the opposite river banks,
Where the white sky clouds wait….
‘Was I unwelcoming?’
Questioned myself with a puzzled gaze
A journey towards the other end
Across dark deep waters
All by yourself
Having no one to accompany
Only to clash again at an edge
Still creating magical patterns…
‘Tiresome is it?’ I should have asked,
Only to be at the giving end….
Didn’t anybody hear you out until the end?
Not at least once?
Pondered me, with guilt…..
An overflowing lake
Yet, with unbearably subtle silence
Maybe all alone,
Just like me…….