Embrace

love, nostalgia, revolution

Embrace

The warm wind

With its hot breath,

Rising from the east

This early morning,

Reminds me of you,

And of

Your tight embrace,

That scented my being

So well,

Your breath tingling 

My skin and reviving me,

After a long day’s

Honest, hard work;

The daily hug that

Dissolved many

An iceberg

Within and

Without,

Always,

And the sweat

Fragrance

That lingered in,

Long afterwards,

Like the rich taste,

Of the dark brew that was drunk

Slowly, patiently,

In the pricey Starbucks

In South Mumbai,

An outlet,

Where we went

Occasionally,

To show

We were

Also quite different,

From those who drank

The filtered coffee

In white cups,

Some chipped,

In nearby

Indian coffee joints,

That served 

The hot concoction

And the bonhomie 

Together by the 

Bored servers,

On lethargic afternoons,

When it rained heavily

And I would be reminded

Of Hemingway in 

Occupied Paris

Or, in Havana,

Do not know why,

And we would talk of revolution

No, not in Arab world,

But, in the world of

Branded fashion,

You and I,

While stirring coffee spoons,

In cups with the

Dwindling coffee,

You tossing your auburn hair

Casually, eyebrows arched,

And right plump hand

Fiddling the sunshades,

Talking of change,

While I thought of your

Tight embrace that

Reminded me of 

Strangely again,

Of the burning

Mid-day

Saharan Deseret,

A fake Gauguin

Stuck on the

Stucco restaurant- wall.

 

Reviews

[Dr. Wood ?]

what a beautifully structured poem..quite stunning...but did you mean to say sweat fragrance.instead of sweet?

[Sunil Sharma]

Thanks a lot. Yes, sweet.