Solace

An Emotional Cruise, ruthlessly bruised and swayed, 
By the Cosmic Sea Waves:
On Tears laden-wet Salted Sand, 
Bloomed thy lovely Bridal Suit.
A Nightingale echoes in the wild, “ O my Golden Girl...  
Is your Silence a bid to my Good Bye?”

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  1. Emotion engrossed with realities of life and having holistic base it never gets deconstructed by any wave. When it emerges as a bubble due to some localised phenomena of life it creates remorse after sometime; if it is reaction to earlier frustration, it subsided, looses intensity with erosion of earlier frustration.

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  2. Ye, awakening novelty
    Of thy large blue eyes.
    How could I miss???
    Grateful to thee; nesting
    On my deadwood and
    Bringing back to life.

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  3. A bid to my goodbye or my beckoning?

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    1. Assumption is one's prerogative. Silence can be a bid to both: )

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