Beyond The Frame
under a just bathed sky
they sat sipping
hot cup of tea
the right head phone
in his ear and the left in hers
the vapours rose
from the two cups
and together blended
into the surrounding vast space
beyond the horizon
the morning raga
filled their capillaries
with a single melody
within the frame
with a clear sky above
they made a perfect
picture post-card
of harmony in every possible angle
beyond the frame
each was locked
in one's own world
17oct2009
11.20hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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