You nurse the tender pains

to feed your soul. In sunshine

of nothingness, that was falling apart.

And which was not―

the abrupt exit of inconceivable.

Me, still struggling to remain alive in―

thoughts of you.

The vast blankness of mind staggers.

Where the loud music, like tinnitus,

runs slow like crickets

and peacocks, giving a pause.

Then suddenly the crescendo

ups, symphony of loud, beseeching

rumpus, drowns the protest

of songbirds which were giving mating calls.

Listen my love, we are islands

in an ocean. There were no walls.

Only strong waves leave us speechless.