Saturday, February 5, 2011
That age when the chilling fragrance of love
Pervades over the spirit,and enamoured rhythms of
Love songs erupts from the heart,
I knew you, without knowing you in my soul.
And confessed my fondness for you.
Then I felt the distance shrinking and
Closing in, blending our life together.
I hear the echo of a song in my ears now
From the ramparts of my reminiscence,
And my memory starts rollicking wildly.
Your memory begins to flutter in my eyelids
And nostalgia liquefies in the breath
Memories raining, memories holding umbrella,
Sweltering memories, trickling as from a water fount;
With each spring season that tarries in the memory
A drop of tear oozes with a sigh, into the psyche;
Unwritten anecdotes throng, of the bygone years;
Magical windows ajar in the realm of illusion,
Crying loudly or sobbing while in a dream,
Bring forth tears in rivulets running over the cheeks.
Does the assuaging breeze know about the rhythms of the breath?
Does the lyre understand the tone of silence?
How can anyone recite a poem without recollecting its lyrics?
Who can string together dew drops like pearls?
The consequences of frustration over unrequited love,
Create furnaces like infernos in the soul.