The truth is, I miss you.
Never enough of the west winds
You and I, we were different on the edge
You were the dead sea; I am the sea stone!
When it couldn't be found, what was once left
Sinking in the sand with our feet,
You changed.
I became the back you turned.
Closing into walls soon enough you...
You were more like a miracle!
That endless speck of fairy lights
On a dusty Christmas eve!
You do not belong to me.
I am the stone.
Turn the back again;
Promise to never return the waves,
They corrode me.
***
Written on the plane back to Delhi from Goa. I was listening to Coldplay's Warning Sign. And though this piece has got nothing to do with my life or any event pertaining to my life, I felt the urge to write something beginning from that line.
Also, Coldplay is amazing.
Current Mood: A Rush Of Blood To The Head. (And if you do not know what this is, DIE)
Never enough of the west winds
You and I, we were different on the edge
You were the dead sea; I am the sea stone!
When it couldn't be found, what was once left
Sinking in the sand with our feet,
You changed.
I became the back you turned.
Closing into walls soon enough you...
You were more like a miracle!
That endless speck of fairy lights
On a dusty Christmas eve!
You do not belong to me.
I am the stone.
Turn the back again;
Promise to never return the waves,
They corrode me.
***
Written on the plane back to Delhi from Goa. I was listening to Coldplay's Warning Sign. And though this piece has got nothing to do with my life or any event pertaining to my life, I felt the urge to write something beginning from that line.
Also, Coldplay is amazing.
5 comments:
Things travelling and music do to us.
Beautiful writing :)
That is what good music does to you. It revives memories.
Nice :)
Fairy lights on Christmas. <3
Reminds me of Coldplay all over again but oh so pretty, this.
Kshipra
Oh yes! Music is one hell of a catalyst of memories
Thanks :)
Titleee
Yes it reminds of Coldplay too. Sheer delight.
Thanks, love :*
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