Treasure Island

Sunny Chopra

(30th January / India)

Someone Somewhere


Where each subliminal moment
is awaited in anticipated glee

For it to be captured eternally,
lest quickly if it tried to flee

The silence speaks unspoken
and unsaid is what's heard

Congruent are most nuances,
comprehended without a word

Points are never proven or
bartered in give and take

It is all about subsistence
how cheery other you make

The element of this surprise,
has eluded for bit overly long

To call someone your very own,
likewise to the other belong

Submitted: Sunday, April 29, 2012
Edited: Thursday, August 07, 2014
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