Come when the wind is high like billowy waves

and the blue curtains swell like the sails of a boat.
The winds will be screaming
in answer to the rising tide
and the walls will be the autumnal skies.

Tobacco and coffee, and life is easy;
easier far than vodka and whisky.
Come to hear the stories of love
and I will make you float on the wings of dove.
Come to the cafe; it's easier listening than in a bar,
and better still if the cafe is by the sea
and the tides will change
from low to high and high to low.

The sleepy houses will wake up to life.
The housetops will raise their heads
one by one on the slope of the road.
Some lights are flickering here and there
which the last night had forgotten to put out
before leaving the rest of the things
in the hands of the day.
Aromas of different kinds
are filling up the air as chimneys begin to emit smoke.
The heavenly scents of the morning of the hillside town
are calling now.

Sushama Karnik. 

11 Nov. 2021.

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21 hours ago