A bit of Jasmine

It would rain tonight,

the winds had whispered-

The Jasmine by my window

shook in agreement.

A white canopy covered the brown earth,

as I greedily picked.

The rains they fell..

I sat a little apart

and slowly,

became their smell.

© 2013  Maitreyee Bhattacharjee Chowdhury 

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

Bed of Jasmine

I slept on a bed of Jasmine last night..
The flowers crushed and perfumed the bed
I remained untouched and smelling of you..

© 2011 Maitreyee Bhattacharjee Chowdhury
(I accept the award)