Me and a friend travelled to Etumanur in Kerala in July 2014, to meet a close common friend who had just lost his mother. The three of us were meeting after around 10 years, in Kerala amidst the monsoon. The nostalgia of a wonderful time that we had spent as colleagues and friends in Cyprus, a mediterranean island lingered over us, diffusing into the melancholy of the bereavement. This poem is about it ..
to
god's own country,death summoned us ...
we met and mused .. about a life , that death eloped with ..
and about our lives .. of times gone by on a quaint island, cyprus ..
memories sweetened, marinated in time's vinegar
as rains thrummed down, birthing life ..with bursting vigour
in myriad forms, bustling and throbbing
we met and mused .. about a life , that death eloped with ..
and about our lives .. of times gone by on a quaint island, cyprus ..
memories sweetened, marinated in time's vinegar
as rains thrummed down, birthing life ..with bursting vigour
in myriad forms, bustling and throbbing
