Remembrance

Sleeping with head outside

The window to catch

The dreams the winds carry.

Drinking tea under the sea

To have a taste of all the

Stories the rivers bring.

Soaked in wet paint to

Strand in different perspectives.

It's awesome to get to know

Unknown people.

Then there's always basking

In the mellow light of the

Setting sun- The departing birds

Have a thing or two to say.

I kiss your fading image by

The sea- those half-written

Stories and incomplete verses-

They get a meaning.

Suddenly, a thought grows wings,

To fly off as a seagull-

For your feeble remembrance

Nothing could have been 

A better allegory than that

I suppose.