Ensconced in the Arms of the Ever Loving Night,
A Childhood tune on my lips and a Friend at my side,
In the Isle of Isolation I call home, I walk…
Swamped by the scent of sweet wet mud,
Drenched to the bone in cold wetness,
In deathly silence, at this unearthly hour, I walk…
Blinded in the glimmer of lightening,
Shaken by the rumbles from up above,
Focused at the candle in front, I walk…
Firm with belief,
Steady in my stride,
I walk…
PS: This one for the Mallu!!!
My Discovery of India 