Into the Swift caresses of
The western ghats, I was
Washed ashore. Among the sweltering rocks, where waves comes washing in,
A million stars have taken a dip
And they fall
Into the viscosity of nature. Beauty is among the light escaping the intersections of these palm trees
Emerald green like the color of traffic lights, yet
Far away from the chaos and lights
Drowning in the darkness of the canopy of paradise
A seagull builds in the nest, sqawking at tourists. They flew into the safety of their dilapidated buildings.
These rocks have crabs, hiding in the little crevices, pale white hard shelled creatures with pricking tentacles, I lay beside them. Hiding from the blinding confusion of crossroads and intersections.
The city bears a mark
Of my dissected body
Yet the invigorating aurora
Of shades and glistening
Again into the black roads of the city.
My skin drying against the salty water
Lies vacant and empty
The waves crashing against the rocks
Slowly, walk in through the gaps
Between my loin and fabric.
As the sun’s dance away to Glee
And a apparition of faces
New bodies turn up. Tired souls,
Covered in the shroud of smoke.