A handful of breeze whisperedAnd posted me about you.
You must be now amused with your soulful dreams;
Or must have stretched your both hands,
To fondle the golden rays of early sun
From our confused and messed up balcony.
The balcony where the white and grey pigeon
Plays with her own dusky feather.
I am not doing anything like this.
Goa 6th July - why do I feel a less of everything in Goa this time –
The sand being dark like the remote clouds
Cuddled in anticipation but to burst.
Why do I feel that the waves do not intend to welcome me?
The sea has always been a witness
Of your fascination towards her
(She is yet to know your steady dislike)
Is it that the waves in Goa usually sense people
Who come with a heavy half heart?
Or maybe she is just teasing me;
So that I keep roaming around
with the same damp and heavy heart.
Tonight it’s going to be a heavy rainfall in Goa and
I plan to get drenched.
Who knows, the rain drops might bring some news
about you
like the handful of breeze.
