Never Again ...

With sleepy eyes, and wrapped in a quilt,

I drew open the blinds ...

And was blinded by the morning fog ...

And with open eyes, I could see ...

A dream, a vision, reality?

What had been, once, but never again will be ...

I could see, quite hazily .... Wrapped in the self-same quilt, you and me ...

Drawing the blinds and running our fingers ...

Through the wet glass, writing our names ...

Only to be washed away by the dripping drops ...

I could see, you and me ...

Walking by the bright blue sea ...

The wet sand, a heart, and our names ...

That were washed away by the soapy surf ...

With wet eyes, the wind in my hair, and the sand in my toes,

I looked at the sea ...

And was blinded by my tears ... as I saw

A dream, a vision, reality?

What had been, once, but never again will be ...

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Rohini Chandrasekhar

19-01-2012