My thoughts linger

On the remnants of a lost love

Gone with the wind.

 

With precision profound

And passion unflinching,

The truth of love

Reigned in my heart for years many.

 

‘Loving is always cathartic,’

He whispered with feelings exuberant

In my ears attentive.

The message spread around,

Hale and hearty, bright and light

Like kaleidoscopic rangoli

In all the cells of my body,

Making me shine with

The seven colors of love.

 

I was in the prime of my youth,

Always talking gleefully, gently and peacefully.

I touched his silvery grey hair

Which was like fur of a velvety cap.

Leaning close to his shoulder, I replied,

‘Love knows neither decay nor decline.’

 

We looked at the crystal moon,

Our fingers entwined,

Admiring the sights and the sounds

Offered by the waves.

Weslept together on the sands soft.

In the morning while the first sun rays

Warmed our hearts laden with love,

And bodies drowned in passions pure,

We said goodbye and parted.

Love had her reasons to bring us together

And life had his reasons to separate us.

 

pramila khadun