Tuesday, May 3, 2011


Memory fades in the waters of
Kanyakumari. Remember? when
we met following the north star we
reached the southern tip. Perched
precariously like the sun balancing
on the horizon
we caught the thermals of the
Windmills they say, ‘take you
places you want to be’. Floating
 onwards like a dream.

 stays the same in these whirls
of the sea. Our only hope is
our skin, every pore the color
of dusk, gleaming effervescence
with every breath, as the supple
waters soothe our souls and winter
flakes the greenest trees.

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