Watching The Sea From My Flat

the silence continues for a few moments as the first light of the day enters the room through the skylight the fan stops whirring power is gone; may be morning time power cut; the smell of burning incense flits inside the room as windows flutter against the sea breeze; not one, not two but many a boat open their anchors to set free to roam the blue water; the waves will sing of freedom and liberty as in the sands urchins run to kill their hunger; those who take out money from purses look at them in disgust and squeeze their noses; the smell of sea runs in their blood and their skin is like scale of fish; as the sun gets ready to take the plunge in the western sea a fire burn the water and the lonely beach stares at the sky for its share of meteors to get lit up