The ships that pass through the night,
Also await
Some bit of redemption
From the constant slaughter
Of the waves.
Come Let us slice into each other With fine surgical precision You slash me here I slash you there And then When the storm is done I will patch you up And you tuck me up You bring the bucket I the mop the blood And together we will cleanse Our ancient hurts Our guilts And our fears Until we start again And over a cup of coffee You tell me My dear Just how much you love me And I shall tell you Just how much I love you.
Deep. That's another way of looking at waiting. Even the ships that look so at home on the oceans wait for rest from the waves. Good one!
ReplyDeleteRajesh... this is meaningful.. sometimes you need to wait, just for a while...
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