As she peeled the skin, slowly
The magical smell from the orange
Filled her heart with memories…
How beautiful and convenient it is
To remember a beloved, as a fragrance
A color, a texture, or as a song…
Relishing Rose milk, she remembered his words
That made her blush
His stolen kisses, the most!
Sandal incense from the temple
Pulled her back to the day
When she leaned on his shoulder in silence, in tears
While he listened to them, like God
‘Seemingly’ silent, yet
She went back home, with light and hope in her heart…
You lemon! How dare you made her laugh so loud
At the library! His tangy humor
Surfaced on her mind, at the wrong place
Well, if not for them
Who would have blotted her tears…
Also Read – Pillows
Pulling her favorite electric blue sari
She ran her fingers on the silk river
That flowed like joy, every time she draped it
Reminding her of their first meet, serendipitous…
Oh that soul-soothing melody of the Maestro
The tune that carried the colors of her dreams
Melting into a honeyed song, in the voice of the moon…
Is it really beautiful and convenient
To remember a beloved, as a fragrance
A color, a texture, or as a song…
Or
This is how love wants to be remembered
Tattooing a deep ache each time, in myriad patterns of memories…
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