i miss the crimson indian skies
the warm summer breeze
the colorful crowds
the way we talked with ease
i miss standing by the green river
watching gray elephants congregate
red thunder lilies in your garden
white jasmine flowers on your golden gate
i miss the morning temple sounds
mangoes and tender coconuts
cuckoos and koels
something somewhere hurts
i miss the dark loud monsoons
scorching white heat
walking to your home
red kolhapuri sandals on my tired feet
i miss the ivory tea lights
bocelli singing for us
our midnight conversations
on life and running away from happiness
Photo Credit: Pink Pangea (Kerala, India).