Meeting at Night

(by Robert Browning)


The grey sea and the long black land;
And the yellow half-moon large and low;
And the startled little waves that leap
In fiery ringlets from their sleep,
As I gain the cove with pushing prow,
And quench its speed i' the slushy sand.

Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach;
Three fields to cross till a farm appears;
A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch
And blue spurt of a lighted match,
And a voice less loud, through its joys and fears,
Than the two hearts beating each to each!

The Shadow of Curls!

Glistening skin and gleaming eyes,
the curl swirls with flaunting cries.
Corner of your lip, up till the mast,
fiery red, clean white, Black cuts a holy contrast.
Just as I click,
White whitens, Black brightens,
daunty is but bounty!
daunty is but bounty!

Sunday Morning

I had slept at 3 A.M. after watching a movie. Though the music of mosquitoes was hard on my ears.... I was in a deep sleep. At sometime around 5:30 or 6 in the morning, the mosquiotes became unbearable and, rubbing my eyes, I decided to get up and put the fan on top speed. Just when I got up, I heard a faint noise of vibration. I had left my phone on Silent mode by mistake. Had I been asleep or had I already increased the speed of fan, I would never have heard that sound. There was a message from my sister.. she was going out and she has messaged me from the Airport.

Nothing special in the incident as such... but the exclusivity of the coincidence struck me.

That conjunction of events made me call my sister and I had a brief chat before she left.

Are some things predestined?

I am Unmystifying Life!