Remembrance

Love as remembered; its power; as a therapy

Remembrance

Silken…

Like those scented nights,

When my body,

Your lingering fragrance,

Fused as marvellous one;

All sensations,

Brain processes,

Reflexive movements,

Ceased,

Then, to be transformed

Instantly into a solid,

 Single unit,

That

Became a thought-less one,

Under the short, perfumed

 Star-lit nights,

Presided over by a wandering

Waxing/Waning moon,

Restless and pining,

Like somebody in remembrance mode,

And in mortal pain,

And,

When icy cold winds from Arctic,

Failed to freeze the warmth of

 This ad-hoc unity

Of one  body and soul;

This strange solid fusion

When earthly dualism gets abolished,

And ethereal love reigns supreme,

Before being corrupted by later cynicism

Caused by cash-nexus:

In Detroit,

Delhi

Istanbul,

Or,

Hamburg;

But it was to occur later,

The scented silvery nights,

And a milky soothing moon,

Peeping in from an open window,

Like a curious child, woken up,

At mid-night;

Lovers as one,

The time it was,

Love ruled every revolving atom,

When two hearts beat strong and

In perfect unison,

But---

Were heard singing a sweet single note,

Beating loudly,

Raw passion foaming,

Burning red hot inside,

The moans heard clearly---

Across the silent nightly dales

And hills of all the

Known/ unknown

Continents

And choppy oceans.