Wandering on these lonely roads,
Looking for solace,
Lying low.
Spurting with idle thoughts,
And rhymes of a lonely love,
Dawdling under the dusk.
With scattered thoughts,
Of all romance,
Nothing to break my reverie.
The soothing sounds of the sea, found me,
The softness of sand, beneath my feet.
Strolling at a slower pace,
Staring out at the water.
A mirage of my dreams,
Appearing in the water.
A blank lonely canvas,
Waiting to be painted in red.
A mind in its trance,
Dancing to the tune of its own making.
For a lover of romance,
Romance, I am waiting.
Swati Jain
January 25, 2014
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