‘the details’
do not ask me
my dear.
I did not feel
The breeze playing with my curls
Nor saw forming of komorebi on it.
I did not hear
Chaiwala filtering tea,
thak…thak…thak
just by the corner.
Nor smelt boiling of fresh milk coffee.
The barking of dogs
The tringgg…tringgg…tringgg
Of cycles passing by
Or, the screeching of wheels
Stopping by.
The knocking of heat waves
like a persistent little brother
peeking in my room.
The rolling of sweat drops
on my cleavage.
the stickiness
the saltiness
I did not feel.
Nor see.
Nor hear.
My dear,
I became
a deaf
a blind
to the world outside our periphery.
My eyes
were only touching your lips.
My hands
were busy picking up the words.
scared.
that they will scatter in the air
before reaching my ear.
My skin
rejoiced the caress
of your beautiful mind
and heart.
And,
It was first.
I lived that moment.
I was alive.
September 4, 2015
Posted by Smita at 8:11 PM , Labels: Day-by-Day, Heart-Beat, love, loved ones, memories, people, Poems, thoughts
Very nice 🙂