Submerge

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

 Slowly,

             Slowly,

                            Slowly…..

we caught the thermals of the

Windmills they say, ‘take you

places you want to be’. Floating

 onwards like a dream.

Nothing

 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.