A THROB

As the  evening birds grope

the chest of the dusky sky

for answers  hidden in dark

to Day’s each , every why ,

and the jasmine buds itch to open out

to a familiar darkness in your garden ;

I keep waiting for that throb

lost long back in the corridors

of my heart’s Eden—

replicated here in the trembles

of  tender mimosa in the soft wind

their leaves in excitement clapping

in tune with my heart heaving ;

the surfs of memories

tossing my awoken desires

on the bed  of a scented night

where grass leaves ruffle her skin

worn like a chiffon garment tight.

On the ebony of this night

dreams, like fairies alight

and look how our soft breaths revive that throb

before our souls  sweetly unite !

Comp. n copy right : saroj k. padhi

25/09/14