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The first serenade
down the river with the soft murmur
of icy cold water providing concerti
as the heat rose and down traveled the skin
a tingling shiver
The first touch
in the mangrove-colossal Sal trunks
standing tall-bestowing the reliving shade
as an ideal-wordless audience and along the flowers
fresh-deciduous blossomed love
The first love making
in the bamboo jungle-furtive-wild-rushed
on a bed of fallen flowers with the tall green arrows
kissing the sky from the open quiver and the playfulness
between ageless inertia & momentary struggle
The first parting
on that hot summer moonlight night
with boughs of latticed tamarind swaying in disapproval
as the retinue walked down the dusty village road
a loud splash in the jetty ended a story of plight.
down the river with the soft murmur
of icy cold water providing concerti
as the heat rose and down traveled the skin
a tingling shiver
The first touch
in the mangrove-colossal Sal trunks
standing tall-bestowing the reliving shade
as an ideal-wordless audience and along the flowers
fresh-deciduous blossomed love
The first love making
in the bamboo jungle-furtive-wild-rushed
on a bed of fallen flowers with the tall green arrows
kissing the sky from the open quiver and the playfulness
between ageless inertia & momentary struggle
The first parting
on that hot summer moonlight night
with boughs of latticed tamarind swaying in disapproval
as the retinue walked down the dusty village road
a loud splash in the jetty ended a story of plight.
Published 4th Nov 2011
| Edited 26th Jan 2012
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5th Nov 2011 00:17am
I almost felt that. I seem to live to that. The love, forbidden and ending in a travel down Ganga. Pyaara, that's how I read that; I read in pictures, as I think I may have said a number of times:) lol.
5th Nov 2011 3:40pm
Grace
I know how you must have felt about this.
And I somehow have a meaningful smile on
my face everytime you say you read almost
everything-in pictures. At times I tend to
do it as well.:)
Elated that you felt it. Everything that is
being said here.
Write on.
S'
I know how you must have felt about this.
And I somehow have a meaningful smile on
my face everytime you say you read almost
everything-in pictures. At times I tend to
do it as well.:)
Elated that you felt it. Everything that is
being said here.
Write on.
S'
