To move with total abandon, not to think, No more secrets not even from one self. To be as light as the wind, To be like the soaring imaginations---
Monday, March 19, 2012
An Indian Summer
I slept on a bed of Jasmine last night
Cuddled and enfolded in the Cotton of your love,
Crushed at times in creases-
Bereft of the gentleness of rain
From some far off corner..of a night yet young
Sang a cuckoo,
In a tongue unknown
Far into the heady fragrance
Of an Indian summer delight.
( Photograph courtesy Indiansummerblog.com)
© 2012 Maitreyee Bhattacharjee Chowdhury
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wonderful words!!
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sensuously delightful!
That was so serene. You have your way with words. And that was a lovely photo!
Thanks Sushmita, Magiceye, Raj and all those who visited ..Thanks for reading :)
Wonderful! Though the summer is not a delight (I am from Chennai) your post makes it so.
Words of pure jasmine.
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