Your Sweet Smell

An old poem revisited…


Your sweet smell is everywhere
imbuing all my senses with life,
as I can feel it floating in the air
like music from a vibrant fife.
I can see the vivid colors
of your sweet smell dancing before my eyes
like in a garden, the flowers
mildly dance in the morning light.
Like a drizzle your sweet smell makes my skin
wet and tingle with wild thoughts of love.
When your sweet smell spreads through my dream
I know your memories still ought to rove
in the labyrinth of my open heart
even though our ways are now far apart.

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Of Life And Love *

Of Life And Love *

I’m living in the shadows of my past, for though
I’m happy now, it’s the future I cannot trust!

Nevertheless, these feelings grate my bereaved soul,
and make me think, why the center can never hold
and why harmony can never be permanent,
is it ours or the fate of the grand universe, itself!

When I came across her face I knew, I have found
my destiny, so I could fold my wings at last
and revel in the eternal glow of her charms
to soothe my eyes and limbs, sore from the lengthy quest
for love, both unbound and unhindered by the norms,
as now I have its fountain in the quaintness of her eyes!

Despite the endless joy, a shade of woe is never far,
for as an alien, here I cannot pledge my life to her!


* Lovely Conversations 9