Fragrance of love pervades alike
The breath of young, old and senile
In heart full of emotions, like sky full of cloud
A glance, a wink, a flattery of word
Strikes deep like lightening rod
For love- burnt soul the pain
As sweet a cause for delight
As walking in rain facing crystals of ice.
Tonight let her dream for ritual of love
Hold its sparkle in pleading eyes
Let the secret be spoken in shy smile
Intoxicated she is to want it more
In a helpless plight of senses beguile
Suffered in agony when deprived
Blind folded to passion is her mind
Naught know the difference in love and lust
Mingled together like laughter and wine.
But bodily needs aren't enough
To hold on to each other
Missing in rituals was the hunger of emotion
Lost communication of intimate soul
Hands touching hands yet miles apart mind
Love's nurturing was beyond her thoughts
She could hardly understand its intricacy.
Then one day her love walked out silently
Sadness so visible in his eyes
Goddess of love looked at her disapprovingly
Unable to bear her falsity
She too disappeared hauntingly
Living alone now she searches for answers
What went wrong?
She had forgotten what true love meant.
Desperate she went on searching
Once indifferent to world
Now world was stranger to her
Disillusioned she entered a coffee shop
Here is a place one could be alone
Yet not be alone
What joy is there in being alone?
No body to share your life.
Her wandering eyes searched for a place to sit.
At the far end by the window
Was a lady sitting alone
Sad and weary was her face
Slowly she walked to the table
"May I join you?"
Lady looked at her
Her blue eyes
Misty and cloudy
"Please !" she smiled
Both sipped their coffee
"Being alone is no fun!"
Abruptly said the lady
No explanation was needed
Blue eyes gave it all away
Her heart knew it all.
A smile was building on both their faces
Comfort they received
In companionship
Both had stories of a life time to tell
But nothing of that sort happened
Only a smile was exchanged
Their hearts became featherlight
Taking delight in each other’s smile
On cafe window rose
A faint reflection of flying dove
Love had spoken in true form.
7. 31. 2014
