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RENDEZVOUS

మే 2015

Running in haste for that last boat, I chanced upon a sudden glimpse.
Moss on the wall, setting sun from a wounded roof, ..
A Portrait.

Engulfed in it,I begin to trace you…
The creation and the creator.

I know not how to savour this beauty.
My greed says, make it a memory.. lest it fades away..

My soul says..
calm down..can there be a better rendezvous?

To the last shout of the ferryman,
I leave behind, moments that should last forever..

In that night’s silent journey, unknowingly I whisper to myself..

“Thank you”