There is an unfathomable hole in my soul,
Deep down
lives the memory of the past of
the unsatiated
unquenched love of my life.
Some
movies, some music, some words,
Some rain,
in times some shine, some couples,
reminds me
of me-with-you as you-with-me.
Like the petrichor,
like the blooming jasmine,
like the
smell on baby skin, your fragrance sleeps
in my
philtrum and it wakes in time like a alarm.
And my soul
rejuvenates from slumber and I dwell
in the past
to see if that can be turned to present,
to relive
to relieve the weight of the memories with you.
When there
is a knock on my window sill by the rain,
I reckon the day you rejected my umbrella
walk, and
When the
same rain drops touches my cheeks,
I remember
the day we walked together under the umbrella.
You held my
arm like a baby holding her mothers neck,
the rain,
the umbrella, the togetherness doesn’t exist today
but the scorches of your palm, your tender love is still a scar!
sk
