Echoes of the silent shore

The skies teased me By thrusting me on a silent shore Filled with petals of red roses Fragranced so deliciously That in their hue All I could hear was love's banter As he played and tugged at my cold composure The skies teased me In that the shore was empty Other than me There was not a soul there Not even the love for whom my heart pined And when I shouted out his name to the vast ocean Hoping that somehow the waves will reach him And cool his whims down I only met with echoes of my own voice Which produced a hauntingly eerie ethos! I waited for the echoes to be over Hoping that when they would be no more Love would come to me, on a raft And grab me, pull me close to drown me In the whirlpool of his passionate desires But the shore remained empty and silent As if waiting for me to call out his name So as to become alive, echoing my heart's longing! Resolute, I chose to sit and wait In silence, enjoying the sight of lapping waves As if I were submerged in a meditative trance Knowing that the skies always show the end of the tunnel For those who believe in them!