Intermittent drizzle on one day,
Incessant rains on another,
Some days its just the clouds,
Playing peek a boo with the sun.

The breeze is constant, growing stronger in the evening.
The sea is rough, rather angry.
The high waves throwing out some of the garbage,
We threw in it.

The coconut trees are in abundance,
Constantly waving, sometimes to the sea,
And then to the moon in the night.
The thick green grass, carpets most of the ground.

Reflecting upon the outdoors here,
One often looses the sense of the ticking clock,
Time here  is better defined, by the sunrises,
The morning drizzle, the evening breeze and the sunsets.

In times and places as such,
We can often remove all our veils, one by one,
And maybe find our interiority, our souls,
Whatever you may like to call it.

And there we find peace, solace and bliss,
In unison with this theatre of nature.
If only in our daily mundane routines,
We could remove all our veils.