Pramila Khadun writes

The remnants of a lost love

My thoughts linger on the remnants of a lost love

Gone with the wind.

With precision profound and passion unflinching,

A beautiful allegory showcasing the truth of love

Reigned in my heart for years many.

‘Loving is always cathartic,’

He whispered with feelings exuberant

In my ears soft and attentive.

The message spread around,

Hale and hearty, bright and light

Like kaleidoscopic rangoli

In all the cells of my body,

Making me shine with

The seven colors of love.

I was in the prime of my youth,

Always talking gleefully, gently and peacefully.

I touched his silvery grey hair

Which was like fur of a velvety cap.

Leaning on his shoulder, I replied,

‘Love knows neither decay nor decline.’

We looked at the crystal moon,

Our fingers entwined,

Admiring the sights and the sounds

Offered by the waves.

We slept together on the sands soft.

In the morning, while the first sun rays

Warmed our hearts laden with love

And bodies drowned in passions pure,

We said ‘Adieu’ and parted.

Love had her reasons to bring us together

And life had his reasons to separate us for ever

 Colors of Love -- Iryna Shostak-Orlova

Pramila Khadun writes

The kiss

A poet worth his mettle

Boiling water in his cute kettle

Told me that kisses will eternally

Remain unsurpassed in beauty.

He kissed me and I was seventeen.

It was my first taste of love’s elixir,

A perfect osmosis without cosmetics,

With charms invariable

And desires unforgettable.

Ethereal and surreal,

It was the zenith of a wish

That left me spellbound

While the thunderstorm obliterated the town.

The kiss had the taste of nectar unblemished,

Making my interior self with light replenished.

Again he kissed me and this time

It had the peachy taste of sweet peach Melba.

Voluntarily or involuntarily absolutely sobered,

It invoked the vision of love making

While lightning flashed across the window panes

Taking us both in its strides.

In reverie and camaraderie

I asked the poet, ‘Is it the beginning of a lifetime love?’

In a hushed whisper , he replied,

‘The lifetime love is in the now.’

I smiled while the rain drizzled

And the scent of geranium and oregano

Rose joyously in the air.

The sun shone through rain

Making a radiant rainbow

And love shone in between our lips

With exuberant ecstasy

While the unbridled passions

Slowly empowered our frail bodies.

The Kiss -- Man Ray