• rishabhpal22 49w

    Tides of Your Vision

    Tides of your vision ebb and flow
    Through monsoons of a distant dream
    Through unkempt summer nights
    In wet, sloppy coastal air
    In thickets of pecked away guavas
    Bent-in bicycle seat,
    On the outlines left by your toes
    On the Last Ever Pair of Slippers
    With the needles and the tubes
    With the wristwatch still ticking away
    In anticipation of who knows what anymore
    In the emptiness, in the quick-slipping sands
    Through the doorways
    For all that was to be explored
    Tides of your vision, they ebb and flow
    Tides of your vision they ebb and flow