The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide

I Still Wait

And the solace yet remains
hidden between untamed spaces
of memories bygone.. 
Like countless sand grains
of time slipping off my fingers,
becoming one with the ground..
One hurricane and all gone
And all gone... 
Where to look for? Where to search? 
How to measure what has disappeared? 
Silences of our last words
and cries of my muted soul,
your mindless footprints
vanishing at the hopeless shore,
pair of careless laughs,
keys for peaceful dreams,
worn out pasts and ironed days,
your smiles, some hopes, few rays.. 
Misunderstood far to navigate,
with a sigh, I put anchor at last
Where to flow? where to go
with the broken tired mast?
Now let the age, ripened
with wisdom and sourness
sunk that all deep
with the past to harness.. 
Till then everything is floating,
like an unclaimed baggage..
Though heart still heavy
and caught in the cage.
Masked face with disguised fate,
standing, mocking peace 
and frowning with rage 
here at the shore I still wait.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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