Your Fragrance

That voice, the silent breath that sounded with the words,

I dare to venture into my cave where the keeper brews emotions, Now sensations rise to a tide of recitations,

The smoke would only leave smudges on the wall, But wrong was I,

The fire still crackled on the pyre of memories as few as they were,

It burnt the dried up leaves of strewn wishful desires,Ā 

I locked the cave and slither away, lest I give into the temptation to lie by its side,

lost in the mist of sounds of heartfelt laughter, the syllables those eyes formed,

Lest I forgo the sense of self, spinning tales to myself on the strangest enticer of my soul,

I rip myself away yet the echoes tingle my senses,Ā 

Oh stranger, come to me in my dreams if not in my day’s path, Lend me your fragrance if not your touch,

I slid open the door, and now among my flustered mumbles, fingers can no more re tie the strings,

I desire not your time, nor your heart, just a stroll on the pavement where I first saw you, and a smile that hums to my eyes.

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4 thoughts on “Your Fragrance

  1. Such mystical words, Leaves one wondering for more, beautiful words Pranita..

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  2. When the hurt in your heart turns sweet and the yearnings return as echoes from the walls “of that cave where the keeper brews emotions”, let the memories of his smile be not bitter but be a comfort that those smiles were for you. – I really like your poetry, your poems of love and loss have me feeling them along with you.

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