Bewitching was her cerulean eye.
A cool breath descends from the twilight sky.
Landing in quiet whispers -
Anointing the burning chests.
Her pulsating roar cajoled briefly in the middle
And our bodies lay compliant on the wet sands.
Now shifting restless
The waves curled up in ceaseless mirth,
Breaking and drenching our clouded minds.
The stars blinked and our lips
Essayed much needed break, praying sweet nothings.
Even devastating in the aftermath
The cerulean eye announces incomplete éclat.
(After Neelam/Cerulean, storm hitting South East Indian coast.)