Life, space, secluded place
But that's how I hear the waves crashing
See the parrots on a tree
The leaves that fall on a balcony
Smell the rain
Hear the wheels of the goods train


Some photogrpaphs on the wall
But no faces at all.
Episodes have burnished and furnished
Countless memories and dreams
Sun's rays and moonbeams
In reflection, lurid,
But not so often lucid,
Pacing the mind's corridors,
Opening the mind's tinted windows,
Walking out of the sacred circle
Leaning back in
But now the day will begin.


Copyright: Rani Turton

Rani Turton

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