View from my window.

The Arabian Sea


White foam

Frothing at the mouth.

The horizon crumples


Blurred greys

Gathering storm clouds.

A solitary boat


Hushed whites

In slow refrain.

The bird’s heavy wet wings


Slate tears

Beating at the rain.

I watch, quiet and still


Asphalt days

Off my painted shroud.

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