Tuesday, November 6, 2012


On a sunkissed rooftop near the seas
shrouded in sensuous smells of the breeze
amidst coconut palms and drumstick trees
and holy chants and gardens of peace
she paces longing for times to come.

Under inky diamond-studded skies
upon a hill where no eye pries
she writes furiously, a poet in disguise,
of structures and laws of manifold whys
and smiles at memories of times gone by.

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