Loud sea curls up the sandy shore
Darkness fell from heaven
I covered my face behind those curtains
I do not open the window
And let not the breeze embrace as you do it with me
Barnacles clung to the rocks in the sea
Undulating surface of the waves raged
My shadow moved In the parquet floor
Void filled and silence was still
Hawthorne leaves have turned pale
But the scent of it reached those at
Boulevard Malesherbes
As crumbling boat shaking the sails
I opened the door
Vast hall echoed his steps
My castle of leaves shivered
Smell of his hair and odor of his body
Filled the sky with the perfume …
Gloomy wind blowing,
beating the doors
Sea birds flapped their wings
Seeking a hiding place in trembling
Flames of kisses falling with the rain
Earth soaked in the enclosing fury of the sky
Storm raged outside
But her heart pounded heavily
Beating on his chest
Breathing more hurricanes.

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About Rekha Moothedath

I'm a teacher by profession, hailing from Calicut, south-west coast of India. I was brought up in a huge joint family, a home in lush greenery and a mile away from the sea shore. Being married to a defense personnel, has enabled me to travel widely within India and once made me write a poem on the great Andaman islands. I did my post graduation in History and I do research papers and have published a paper on medieval Indian feudal society, in the International History Congress. Sometime in the late nineties initiating a life time love with Latin American poetry I mustered up all my passions in writing. Though my head fought battles and spoke peace, poetry was always a deeply embedded part of my soul and I was enamored of her beauty and traveled through the emotions of tempest and silence and overcame the desolation.

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