The Smell of First Love
Oct 9th, 2009 | By Sweta Srivastava Vikram | Category: Poetry | 357 viewsThe smell of first love
Like the smell of earth
after the first monsoon.
Like the spring flowers
adding fragrance to life.
I loved its smell.
I smelt of it.
Redolent of its essence
I felt fulfilled and complete.
What was this intoxication?
I could feel it trickling down me.
My eyes, yearning for the moon
in the scorching heat of noon
flirting with tealeaves
hoping they would reveal
the future of our amour.
Did my eyes see a promise in the color of the leaves?
Or did they want to believe they’d seen a promise?
With a ceaseless smile,
I ran bare feet on cobblestone for a mile.
Breathless! Happy! Shy!
To catch a glimpse of my beau
chasing fantasy, just like me.
Oh the sweet joy of first love,
The bliss I was soaked in.
Our passion, exuberant like youth,
chaste, but in denial of the truth.
If only we could see beyond our naivety
how kismet had abandoned us
in the journey of life.
We remained eternal lovers,
but never became man and wife.
With time and age, my memory is fading
but I still remember that smell on me.
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About Swetasrivastavavikram: Sweta Srivastava Vikram (www.swetavikram.com) is an author, poet, blogger, and marketing professional living in New York. She is a graduate of Columbia University in New York. She has published a book of poetry, Pabulum. Her chapbook of poetry, Kaleidoscope: An Asian Journey of Colors, will be published in winter 2009. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in EGO Magazine, Recovering The Self: A Journal of Hope and Healing, India Currents, Mirage Books, Desijournal, Rangoli, Beckoning for Change, Breadcrum Scabs Magazine, Tsar Publications, and Kala Kahani. Sweta is often seen at poetry readings in New York City. |
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