all the time that had been
has been spoken out

the plunging into life-pond
gets condensed within the paperback

then why the kovalam beach does shatter
when it finds the trace of new minerals

is it true then comes to her mind
the memory of the fugitive rain-girl

much sunshine comes for making crowd
on the grasses

in the moonlight of the apple
wakes up the magic
that is attached with the shirt of the
harbour

the white multi-storeyed
also remains sleepless

even-then…
even-today…

july means the amorous bickering
of the fish-girls for pleasure

inside a running minibus
here is the dialects of the fabrics