I saw
Pictures
inside old albums
that had been hidden away from me
purposely
Your pictures
which he doesn’t know I have seen
Maybe he thought of changing them
but then just could not
and even if he had
a face like yours will remain in his memory
etched forever
In his songs I feel your presence
The song you sang together
watching many a sunsets
from the verdant hills
of that quiet little town
I get the whiff of your fragrance
each time he twirls a glass of wine sensuously
and raises it to his lips
You are present in the
soft smile that starts from
the corners of his mouth
and reaches his eyes
You are always present
in the mirror
infront of which
he stops to take a last glance
before he steps out of house
and in the first rays of morning sun
that play on his body
as he sleeps
Often. I wonder
If the nights
we spent together
match the magic of those
spent with you
Did the fire that sets his body
aflame with passion
kindle you
and sent the sparks floating in the air
I think it did
I can see how he would have
made love to you
in his controlled manner
for he tries that with me
I feel his hunger
fueled by ravenous passion
his readiness to devour
my voluptuous body
( he always loved his women to be a mouthful)
I feel it reaching a crescendo
and then it diminishes
And yet
his craving rises
craving to consume your body
as I lie next to him
consumed by the ghost of you
(Image credit. Google Image search)
Only one word for this one “WOW!!!”
Thanks Prats 🙂
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Jaw dropping ! beautifully composed 🙂
Thank you so much.
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magical…just magical flow of feelings…
touched!!!
Thanks Avneesh .Welcome to my blog.
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Awesome. your writing has improved a lot! This poem had no tricks and yet it was so moving and had so much depth
Thanks sweetheart. Coming from you this compliment means so much . hugs
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Beautifully written….Tiku, you weave ur words so well. 🙂
Thanks Uma 🙂
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Lovely!
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Thank you Pal. I will surely vote right away .
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spinning a yarn with words !!
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Whoa! Nice.
Though the picture did mislead me for a moment! 😛
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Hi Tiku, wonderful poem, but something is missing… the ending perhaps? Just a thought… I felt this should end in some kind of remorse, guilt, or even denial!!
I ask myself
over and over
Why oh why
do I live with him
when all his passion
is reserved just for you
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sensual! and it evoked pity in me for the person in the poem…sad to be never sure.
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Enchanting! Conveyed the feeling of a soulmate so well.Keep writing
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This is very evocative. The woman longs so deeply for a love she can’t find in this particular man … she can’t let go of him. Such pathos. Well done!
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Tikuli,
wow!
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Nice pattern of thoughts giving a HUGE picture 🙂
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