Penned By B D Narayankar
The chair shows off
the imprint
you left behind,
when you sat
just behind me
The ambience there
still retains
the fragrance
of your breathe
My ears throb
at the memory
of your silken voice
My mind carries
the stamp of your memories
Staying a bit away from you
makes me hold your face
in my eager eyes
Just as the keen shadow
holds the body in her arms,
staying away
Is this possible,
when I am one with you?
Tell me love,
tell me, moon gorgeous
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