Palolem affair

The gathering night clutches
the folds of her robe
as she looks out into the moonless dark…

an impregnable roar echoes
the anguish,
the solitude of the sea


Solitary queen
In the high castle
she craves distraction

there is a practiced calm about him

a passive aggressive grunt
slips out
and breaks into

we sit and watch
them whisper

the sea
seasoned conquistador
charming raconteur
brings backs stories

and explodes into
sudden thundering guffaws


night blushes

coy, impressionable,

smitten by
his dark, mysterious,
vaguely majestic

her eyes
sparkling, wondrous


we sit there
and sip our drinks

unsure where
to look




About teevramadhyam

'I became insane with long intervals of horrible sanity' -Poe
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