And beauty rises from emptiness,
Love rears up on fancies,
Surging and ebbing in rhythms,
Kissing sandy, dreamy shores,
To roll back to auspiciousness.
Oh, to stand back and to watch,
Silhouettes at play in eternity.
Day before yesterday, a friend and I took a few minutes during the lunch break of a conference, to steal away to the lovely Payambalam Beach at Kannur. Usually crowded with merrymakers, it was then miraculously empty and serene.
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