Merci Mon Ami -2

A bright yellowish star,
pinkish in that dark, distanced horizon
separated by the void between the two worlds
is as destitute as me .

Crowded yet lonely,shining yet tenebrous
Like an airy hope,golden sand in hands,
floating on the remains of a devastation
broken yet hopeful and inspiring.

An ocean thirsting for an oaisis-unfair,
A store house lusting for air – unfair,
But gives still and gives.
Merci mon ami!


Ps- i am glad i found another coast.. the wind is friendlier ..hope for a long while ..forever doesnt exist!