Over The Sea

February 7, 2016 at 8:22 am (Dominic Alapat, Poetry)

~ For Adil Jussawalla

the birds fly in one straight line
the golden sea in early evening
a hazy smell of brine hangs in the air
there’s the white lighthouse
and the boats
a yacht
with a triangle of white sail
a speedboat leaving
a long white line
in the water
and nearby the lanes
leading to Sassoon Dock
the old lime-washed buildings
almost black
like ghost houses
their red-tiled roofs
faded brown
grey
the flowering trees
like a beautiful forest of colours
orange red white
the crossroads with vehicles plying
the red BEST buses
the people on the footpaths
taking their tiny lives about
the big white skyscrapers here
their windows
their terraces with antennas
the patches of green land
in the distance
the blue mountains beyond
and the birds
always the birds
crows herons pigeons
flying in this sky
while we talk
in your house here
18 stories above the ground.

– Dominic Alapat

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