Comments about Parvathy Narayanan
White cottony fleeces against a crystal blue
Like dreams of the past, of a similar hue.
An obscure moon
A sad smile for what is lost
Yet assured of things
I envy you are not doomed forever.
The green park sprawling,
By silvery waters of the lake.
Ships looking on
Brooding, napping, sighing.
Secure in their moorings they slumber
The dangers of the oceans past,
They float and ease their aching frames
Of raw dangers and fresh toils.
A sea breeze rushes to greet me-
A friend so true from another time.
Silent universes ...