It’s a little hard to say
how, why on one calm eve
the book and I
all over again
met eye on eye and
bibliosmia and human scents concocted
sent dragonflies dancing
in an orgy
of you and I.
Deserted pages long left
unfinished… Long back
life’s galloping stallions
severed the book away from me.
The cheeky ones proclaimed
that reading makes a bad woman, mad woman, lazy woman, sulky woman.
The more they proclaimed ,the more did I
sulk into the salty waters, wading through white, touching light.
Then one day I closed the book
losing the pages, weary ,
Somewhere…
It’s a little hard to say
how or why, the book and I
mystery- laden eye on eye
all over again
finding each other
like two lost bumblebees
dumb, founded by fate
lust drinking each other again
continue flipping passionately
through the uncharted
words on our pages infinite..
~Smitha M
Palakkad, India
Indian Periodical
Indian Periodical
Wonderful ink Smitha M. Loved it coz I relate it.
Sudha Dixit.
Hi Smitha…. I feel a special affinity with your poem..
Thank u Ms. Sudha
Thank u, Priya
Hi Smitha
Very Nice. Keep going. All the Best.