RECALLING INDI KISSES

india, i recall you with warm drowsy high tides of the wise ocean, with sands that ubiquitous crabs left their delicate writings upon, with temples breathing with prayers to thousand gods. i bear in mind traces of fragrance composing the music out of their scents, symphony of live and piece, endless people’s stories, flows of cars and shrill rickshas. coffemilk in the morning and ice midday lassi on a hot day. sun goa and the freezing himalayas wind, mantis dances and ultramarine waterfall… bright sari of young girls and universal monarch’s grief, desolate streets and crowded night markets & the moon that reminds shiva’s eye…