Thank You for your Welcome.
Taj Mahal luminous on the wall,
hands hold roses around a heart
saying: Wish you Were Here
for okra and butter chicken,
an ice cold Cobra slips easily
down the neat, tree-lined paths.
Wish You Were Here
before I jump into the picture
of Popadom and Lady’s finger,
meander the coriander
through the romance of mint,
mango, lime pickle, flagrant rice,
and the white mausoleum tragedy
of love stories.
Star of Stars
Goa
Date
blogs writer sites, storage in the sky while the sky is still here.
Sort. Print. File. No printer. Paper.
No Electricity - no hairdryer - no bathtub.
A pencil and a notebook - there's nostalgia,
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