SEA-VIEW

Flat was calm and quiet.
Lemon-yellow street light rays
peeped through the little, circular
window.
Both the Arab and she lay
huddled on the cosy bed
after a violent love-making.
In a whispering tone pressing
her lips on his ears
she giggled : ‘The sky is-
dark and cloudy.
Sea-winds like wings of
nature, blow cool breeze with a
hiss and fondle us.
A heavy downpour is
expected anytime.
The sea is a roaring giant’.
Whispering these, she burst-out
laughing like a
child laughing at the top
of his voice standing atop
a elephantine rock on the hill.
The next second, she burst
into a violent cry.
An embarrassed Arab caressing
her inquired : ‘dear what gone
wrong with you?’
‘Crush me, crush me,
like a bunch of cane-sticks
by a juice vendor
till the juice oozes out’.
The embarrassed Arab inquired
again ‘you gone mad’?
‘I was recalling my father
and mother and my first love’
she was weeping uncontrollably.
The Arab continued caressing
the child in her.
Outside the torrential rain
had already started
with rain-drops like tear-drops
thrust inside over them.
Both lay huddled and
slept forgetting everything.