(To my lifemate 'Praveen', this one is my V-day gift to him)
An exhale from your
Just cleansed skin
Surged into my lungs
And began to catalyse
A chemical reaction....
Few drops from your body
Got attached to mine
As you wiped off the wetness
With the end of my robe
In a romantic fondle
My heart in anxiety
Suppressed its beat,
With glance fixed to your lips
I waited for the announcement
That never came.....
My thoughts got knotted
In the tangle of your tie
One cuddled stubbornly
In your shirt pocket
Very close to your heart
As you left to work
I watched your waving hand
In kiddish amusement
Hoping you would return with roses
And gladden my evening
It’s an instinctive replay
Of my private fantasy
Year after year,
Though I know... you will not say it,
Though I know...you don’t have to say it.............! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
The moments of everyday life When passed are never bygone They perpetuate in our soul as we grow Through the shadows and dawns of our life They become the essential part of our inconstant heart And these mements keep on beating in our inner self Even we are forsaken or escorted... An exquisite tribute of love to your lifemate... ~Kamran
Some times, we don't have to say, we just know it.. beautiful write Seema 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
in the process of living several subtle feelings get encased in the folds of routine...er...silence...and life goes on replaying on the feelings expressed on an earlier occasion!