The roar abates,
My sea is serene like sleep.
The inmost shore, where,often, they gather.
The love deepens,
So they all come, breaking open lids.
So the dead wake up like the midnight flowers.
My dad smiles,
My childhood returns from its grave.
But the words collide and scatter in.
The blue midnight…………..
A cat eyed girl creeps like a snake on the shore.
The dreamy midnight…………
My grandma retells on, but she feels fatigue never.
The fireflies fly,
Then vanish with the midnights to come again.
And disappear, but all die never.
FABIYAS M V