A soliloquy of a wistful heart…..
When was the last time that I was engulfed by a woman’s scent? When was the last time that I lost myself in the feminine other in search of solace? I really do not remember. My memory fails me despite all the strain of recall I inflict upon it. The warm smell of your love has evaporated permanently with the efflux of time.
Like that sultry afternoon when we met years ago, I search for your ravishing perspiring neck revealing itself elegantly over your casual decollete top. I wish I could rub my stubble over your collar bone that smelled of your musky bathing soap. There can be no intoxicant like your love. I am still in stupor induced by your presence. I look for you everytime the agony of life overwhelms me. Why don’t you come once to soothe me? I can sense you lurking there in that invisible corner. Reveal yourself to me. I want to unravel the mysteries of my life in you.
Enter my life and make your transition a delectable segue of memories. I want to make a pillow of your it, resign my head to it after a tiring day and languish in its fluffy comfort.
I seek an embrace from you that could moisten the dryness of mundane life. Let your aroma forever encircle my heart. Let the pearls of your anxiety adorn me. Allow me to calm your galloping heartbeats. Let them rest against the cushion of my chest. My fingers await an opportunity of organising your entangled tresses. Each unravelled knot will ease the knots of my heart too.
Silence reigns supreme in such moments that are an ode to the spontaneity of nature. Our deep breaths will intermingle together to form a cyclone of unabashed live in which we would revel like a nonchalant child. Keep holding me, chaining me with your slender music that rest on my back. Let the boundaries disappear.
Without saying a word, transpose the self within you with mine. Read me. Maybe you will realise the desideratum that you are. Hear the babble of my thoughts that hold meaning only for you. I want to crouch within the comfort of your embrace.
I seek from you a last hug, a first and last embrace.
I wish to feel life in you. I wish to feel Allahabad in you!
– Prashant
Small City Thinker 