am the girl you set free
far out in the the deep blue sea
when they came a calling
all they found was a beating heart
and the makings of a new start
sometimes when you listen hard
over the falling rain
the water dregs up a beat
strong and steady
like the last retreat
Ive always welcomed a new day with open arms…call me crazy, call me what you will …but each dawn brings with it an awakening thought…maybe it gathers clarity …maybe it rusts to no return…maybe you sink maybe you sail…or maybe like me you gift yourself another day. You flirt with the sheer insouciance of being, just an ephemeral soul on an endless passage of thought…
…frosted breath on window panes in unknown places …..I saw your face in a crowded place and gifted you a thousand forevers.
Home is where the heart is….at kumarakom
Woke up to the incessant chatter of birds ….well my lovelies I hopes breakfast was good coz mine will have to wait ….. It rains now ….and I am on my third cup of cardamom tea. I like the rains in kumarakom, they are as moody as I am and often make an appearance when ummm none is called for …. But I like their hurried departure even more …. leaving everything soaked with infinite goodness and cheer.
Kumarakom where the gods smile ever so often….