I lean across the window pane
a magic is about to happen...
So says the genie of the conch ,
the candle flickers once, twice...
A north bound wind has just caressed
the window screen aside.....
And i wait with a tantrik heart....
The ocean will come with a billet doux!
I waited beside the window,
having done all the sacred rituals....
Then the conch sounded,
the burning candle let out a beautiful smell now...
i fell asleep...
And a hand appeared ...
A hand made up of waves
and stretches towards my window
with a beautiful flower to gift....
All i saw is a rose dancing, swaying in my dream.....
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