"We shall not cease from exploration and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started
and know the place for the first time." (T S Eliot)
"A dark and chanted verse is what I am." (
Forough Farrokhzad)

Thursday, March 5, 2015


Green hills lounge serene and deeply dappled
Above pristine turquoise water’s glories,
While boats bobble lazily like prized corks
And men with leather skin fish for stories.
Beyond the piers the jetties joust and stand
Stretched across the supreme gleams of the bays,
A gilded sun’s rays pierce wispy white clouds
On these warm jewels of early autumn days.
Across the water's shell of flashing gems
The surf beaches show off each frothy wave
Charging loud like a child at rowdy play
And crash as if compelled to misbehave.
But here almost silent ripples parade -
Meek jade pageants beside the mangrove glade.

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