He came running like a drunken crab erasing the footmarks left by wandering people at the beach. The sands took the shape of an island that was destroyed by a man-made tsunami. He was the creator of this act of destruction.
After running hurriedly, he stopped at the seashore as the inviting waves hit his face. He was on his knees in no time. Unbuttoning his shirts, he looked at the feminine sun. The evening sun was too tempting for him for which he couldn’t resist it.
There was an undefinable beauty in the evening sun who was about to close her eyes in minutes. The evening sun seduced him to unbutton his shirts and look at her in awe.
"Here I'm waiting for you", he said.
– Anoop
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She said, “Well, maybe I have a bit more time.”
He said, “Really.”
“Wanna come up and see me sometime?” she countered.
“Up, up and away. Here I’m”, he smiled.
Hah! “Here I am”—am listening to a Mississippi Delta song lately with that line.
Finely sensual poem you’ve begun. I hope you add to it. I keep thinking about that poem, maybe Yeats, the old masters, and the boy who flew too close to the sun, and his ashes flamed brilliantly to earth, observed, really by no one. Who cares? Glorious. Keep writing, dude.
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