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.