A perfect morning

A perfect night

How do you describe

A place so perfect

As your pen runs ahead


Wake up with

Temple bells

Fall asleep to

The lullaby of the sea


A perfect view

By my window-side

Made up by imperfectness

Of old temples and crooked trees

Of sparkling stars and black waves


A sight so enchanting

Created by mundane hues

A sight so dramatic

Enchanted with street lights


Not a moment passes by

Without gazing afar

Across the horizon

Beyond sight

At the unseen tides