By what fate are we intertwined together?
Roaming the streets in search of espresso
Taking refuge in a bookstore in foul weather
Frozen in time, under beach palm’s shadow.
The cool arabian breeze in evening
The ghazal singer and the cold feni
Walks on soft sand and the shell collecting
and the soft fragrance of naag frangipani.
Day tripping to world heritage basilica
Evenings watching Hindi romances
Vendors scam us in buying fake pashmina
Waltzing the night, in embrace and deep glances.
“Eu te amo porque não sei outra maneira”
Kismet has weaved us together on terra firma.
Note: Day 24 of NaPoWriMo. Off-prompt today to continue experimenting with the Shakespearean sonnet. This one is for my Muse on her birthday. The Portuguese line is because Goa was a Portuguese colony and we vacationed there. The line is from Pablo Neruda, which I used google to translate from English ( “I love you because I know no other way”).