Seasons….

I close my eyes as I lay down in her lap,
The fragrance of her sweet perfume quells my nightmares,
She slowly sings me songs her Mother taught her,
And her mother before her,
Songs that leads me to places calm,
Beaches where water clear as the sky caresses,
Mountains too, the morning where wakes up with the fog,
Sometimes she would move her hands through my hair,
Just like the wind through a grassland dry,
Cold, moist, soft,
As I descend into sleep, she sometimes would bend down over my head,
Plant a kiss on my lips,
Little did she know, they brought me showers,
Of something that my words fail to convert,
I would sometimes kiss her back,
But mostly not,
For that kiss pure as the first rainfall,
Hugged me like the first of November,
As summer slowly transforms to winter,
And apples fall from the orchards,
I sometimes listen to her heartbeats,
And wonder if she could hear mine,
Just like a songbox they play jazz to me,
I close my eyes everytime,
Her skin warms up my fists,
And I hold on to her,
As she pulls me close,
My seasons begin and end,
With her and always her….

47 thoughts on “Seasons….

      1. Haha! I can feel you. Writing ke liye ideas hi nahi aa rahe! But aapki imagination to mashallah! Ek din aap apni amazon girlfriend ko bhi letter likh denge!πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

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  1. Such a pure, loyal, pious relationship it displays 😍..
    Level of imagination beyond the words😊.
    I like the view as well… And nov.. Just close to my❀️

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  2. Such a beautiful poem Kumar. I love this line “She slowly sings me songs her Mother taught her,
    And her mother before her,
    Songs that leads me to places calm,” It reminds me of pure love passed down from generation to generation from a mother that is the hub of the family. So lyrical and love the woven seasons that was so heartwarming to read. ❀️ Cindy

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    1. Indeed Cindy. A mother carries with her so much more than we rarely notice. I am glad that you did like this one. I wanted to add the seasons because winter are dear to me. Thank you for reading dear Cindy. πŸ˜‡

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