Even with the dashes of breeze;
I felt your tender touches...
Even in the pure darkness;
I saw your fascinating eyes...
Even in the smell of salinity;
I smelled your aromatic sweat...
Even with the roaring waves;
I heard your melodic kisses...
Knowingly I stole your kerchief;
Unknowingly I missed my damn self...
The sands though undergo so many walks;
Trusted our imprints would be intact...
I wished the moments last forever;
I wish it for the memories now...
Everything else around me is alive;
Your absence leaves me marooned...
There can't be another graceful evening;
There can't be another contentful heart;
There can't be another soulful love...
there cant be another soulful love..lovely!
ReplyDeleteThanks ma :)
ReplyDeleteWonderful. Who's the girl? ;)
ReplyDeleteThanku Aishu.. :)
ReplyDeleteSweet and sad at the same time. beautiful, Sankar.
ReplyDeleteWonderful poem, Sankar! It starts out sweet and becomes slightly bitter. Bittersweet. Love is hard to figure out sometimes. It’s a good thing we have poetry to help us!
ReplyDeleteJason
P.S. – Is sweat considered attractive on a woman in India? In the US we think “yuck”! :)
True akka.. :)
ReplyDeleteJason: Thanks for commenting.. :)poems are indeed a let out, I agree.
ReplyDeleteJason, its not a question of India and US when it comes to sweat. I think, its between Sankar and Jason. :)
gud one da!! :)
ReplyDeleteso sweet and lovely one:) enjoyed reading:)
ReplyDeleteThanks Vidya and Nithu.. :)
ReplyDeleteLovely !!!! :) :)
ReplyDeleteThanks anusha!! :)
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