Seashell

Seashell

We don’t meet much often

Rather rarely

You always say

When we speak on phone

We should sit down sometime

And speak

When and where

You fail to convey

It doesn’t occur to ask

When I am completely lost

In listening intently

Don’t know if I hear your words

Or your voice

And it doesn’t matter

I wish to talk a lot

Though I stop

Or is it you that stop me

From speaking

Don’t really know

We will speak at length the next time

You say ending the call

I accept it

Don’t like it though

And I keep on listening

Long after the line on other side

Has gone dead

You might speak again and if I am not there

That will blasphemy had convinced myself

Like a child holding a seashell

Found on shores of fanta-sea

I hold my phone to my ears

And try hard

To separate the sounds of waves

From songs of the distant breeze

Their lyrics speak of a longing

That mirrors what I feel for you

©️ShashikantDudhgaonkar