Dried out Oceans

Darkness absorbed her black tresses
to mask the deep seas that looked intently at me.

This impenetrable night was deeper than the black oceans in my garden
The squall had drowned and the tide ebbed, the taste of the salty drops still lingered.

The oceans desiccated to the last tear,
left no evidence of presence in the excuse of the cloaked night the immensity of vast spaces weighed me down,
as embodied lust disguised as love rubbed salt on future wounds a gentle wind mimicked the muffled sighs,
the whining moment’s elusive entwinements.

The heartless train’s howl far-off left desolation's tiny scraps
in the retreating station.

Her eyes soaked up distances,
the intervals stretching the strings of heart.

Melancholic baits of the scarred gait
swelled agony’s torture
The mind powerless to cope,
lonely-heart’s yearning for hope.

The dawn will lie to me
with out a hint of betrayal;
'a dream within the dream'
where I will hear a desertion’s tearing scream.

- shashi dhar