On a cold winter afternoon,
I put on my hiking shoes,
and catch a train to the place,
where ocean meets the cliffs.
I’ll never be tired,
of finding beautiful spots,
that smells of solitude and poetry,
where life is a smiling thing.
I see ships sailing in the horizon,
tides delivering kisses from land,
their memories brushed by breeze,
loved ones who are out of reach.
I watch the birds flying above me,
the sunlight nipping my scalp,
book in my hand and thoughts in head,
the birds drifting alone in the open air.
The vast blue ocean reminds me,
of your presence in the world,
the path to you is now hidden,
in the depth of your eyes.
I know that nothing can be changed,
that past is the bridge to nowhere,
I should have written a letter,
explaining my empty hopeless feeling.
Today, even when you are gone,
the light of your presence still remains,
I am hopeful of tomorrow,
when we will meet and share a silly joke.
This spot is my comfort zone,
A dot looms in the distance,
I put my headphones on,
and watch this world pass by.