a february afternoon memory

a february afternoon memory

just back from an abhyanga snan
and drying my hairs in the sun.
a slow, warm breeze comes and touches me
as i lay by the open door, on the naked floor.
the afternoon is thick with silence
except for the call of the february birds.

. . .

wednesday afternoon
the fifteenth

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let my thoughts come to you
when I am gone
like the afterglow of sunset
at the margin of starry silence
- rabindranath tagore -