If not in the sweet fragrances
Of the vibrant fresh roses
Or in the seasonal charm
Of the enticing wintery February winds
Not in the trinkets or the perfumes
Nor in all those embellishments
And umpteen souvenirs
If not in these
Look for me
In the silent rustles
Of the parched broken leaves
In the concrete bends
Of those familiar pathways
In that unnoticed scent
Of the petrichor
Or in those inanimate wooden benches
That lay waiting since
Maybe you'll find me there
Inconspicuous and hidden somewhere
In those yellowed pages
Alongside those forgotten dried petals
In the smudged scribbles
Of the folded letters
For, I always like to tiptoe
And come in stealthily
Into those long lost nostalgic tunes
That drift past from nowhere
And remind you of me
Stacked away, I loiter
Perhaps as shards of reminiscences
In the blurred hazy images
Or in those phrases from beyond
Left untouched but unerased
Eternal as I am
Thus, I linger
In each of those crumpled
Crevices and creases
But, if you were
To look for me
Maybe I will remain
As elusive as ever
To come to be
So profound!! Love, an ethereal asset, can exist anywhere, even at the most unexpected spots. Let's embrace it whole heartedly whenever and wherever spotted. I am in complete aww, Ira!!
ReplyDeleteIra what a poem too good and the best part it spoke about the true nature of love. ,😊💫👏
ReplyDeleteHow lovely is the theme of tis poem Ira. I so love to recall my sweet sixteen love memories and absorb the smell of petrichor. I loved the lines, find me in the scribbled pages and yellow letters, with dried roses. So beautiful. Thank you so much for joining us in the blog hop. I am grateful to you dear. Best wishes.
ReplyDelete- Swarnali Nath
Its indeed an awesome read. Love comes when you least expect it to. And love is also everywhere and elusive too. Found it beautiful.
ReplyDeleteDeepika Sharma
It seemed like a scene going on.. a light music playing at the background and I was visualising every word, every expression of your writing.. loved it..
ReplyDeleteSuch beautiful lines! It captures the feelings of longing and separation so well.Enjoyed reading it a lot ♥️
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful, Ira. Love is hidden away in little things all around us, and it'll come to us when we don't try to force it out. This was a relishing read, totally loved it!
ReplyDeleteLovely. yes, many times we try to find love in only fancy things but in reality, it is everywhere. you had expressed it so beautifully.
ReplyDeleteLove is found in most unexpected places and at times you have almost given up. Lovely poem.
ReplyDeleteRuchi Nasa https://thevagabond.me
You’ve put love in all the inanimated things and brought life in it🥰love is the most powerful and beautiful emotion and reminiscent in all the things it touches!! Your poetry was flowing like a melody of love and lingered long after 🥰
ReplyDeleteYou’ve described love through all the inanimate objects and brought life to it! Love is the most powerful and beautiful emotion and reminiscent of everything it touches. Your poem flowed like a melody of love and kept lingering long after!!🥰🙌
ReplyDeleteSuch a way you compared love to nature is crazy! Find me deep inside ❤❤
ReplyDeleteWhat a depth description of finding a love. I am lost of words to comment here on excellent piece of prose. Well said, One can feel the love anywhere, anytime, at any age if he/she wants to see it; In contrast the whole world is blank, if him/her heart doesn't want to know the taste of love.
ReplyDeleteThis is such lovely, uplifting prose. A joy to read.
ReplyDeleteOh man!This was beautiful to read. True that Love comes in from unexpected ways. With your due permission I would love to recite this masterpiece of yours Ira ❤
ReplyDeleteA lovely poem depicting love and its various hues of longing, of elusive touch , of unexpected closeness. Loved it totally 💝💝
ReplyDeleteIt takes me to times and to places where I have not visited since long. It is a wonderful poem.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully expressed. Love is like magic, you have to believe in it to find it!
ReplyDeleteThis poem took me back to my college days. You have beautifully expressed various hues of love. Love is magic, it's elusive and powerful. It can be felt at any age .Every poem of yours is a masterpiece.
ReplyDeleteWow, hoe beautifully you've expressed the simple ways in which love makes its presence felt. Petrichor clouds, the smell of wet earth or blooming flowers have so many stories written around them too.
ReplyDeleteIndeed love is all around us, in little things that we may sometimes not notice at all. You've said it so beautifully Ira!
ReplyDeleteWhat an amazing poem Ira. Took me back to my college days. I absolutely adore the way you have penned the little nuances where love can easily be found. The simplicity of love is so heart-warming and soothing. These lines are so profound and relatable!
ReplyDeleteOr in those inanimate wooden benches
That lay waiting since
Maybe you'll find me there
Inconspicuous and hidden somewhere
In those yellowed pages
Alongside those forgotten dried petals
It's always a pleasure to read your poems, Ira! It flows so effortlessly and naturally.
ReplyDeleteLoving to reqd ypu again after a long time....maybe, another lockdown hivering in the horizon will fetch more of your writings nearer to my eyes.....
ReplyDeleteThe elegance of your feelings casts deep impression on my thoughts....and inspires it to come out bubbling....and I attempt to disinter the corpse of my inquisitiveness....is love a reality without moments spent through...does it fade or the moments of sweetening memories fade...or do they both together...or none of them, but the character of its evolution turns incomprehensible....a big question for me still...
Maybe, love is a book that one writes, rerads, amends, prettifies with more refinement, rewrites, rereads,amends and beutifies with enlightenment....and it relives endlessly in journeying all those pages...from the waves to the shore and from the shore to the sea....
While reading your poem, somehow I went on reciting Gulzar...perhaps, I translated it on my page too...sharing a few lines...
The sweet memories of a string of moonlit nights,
And of the beauty spot prettifying your shoulder;
The intoxicating fragrance of soggy paste of henna
And a few freaks of silly play of blame and regret;
And a few weird promises never kept.
Let it all fill me to the deepest down in me,
Let all I left there find me back here as a complete me.
Take care