Delicate yearnings like rare

flowers never bloom twice,

for they pass on like cotton

fluffs from soil to soil, vapors

of deceased young desires

from a heart to another

they radiate till the sun sets

and expire creating juvenile

buds, parishes leaving behind

faint aromas …


15 thoughts on “Yearnings”

  1. Very true Megha, yearnings and desire even when the pass away leave their aroma lingering…

Leave a Reply

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.