An Old Affair Of Hearts Poem by Seema Jayaraman

Perhaps you were the gentleman
From overseas to rule our lands
And I the dark skinned tribal belle
Playing in sun dappled rain forests
Yet our eyes snared lasting several births
The blue of aqua kneaded brown of earth
And the aroma that arose more exotic
Than the first whiff of rain from parched earth
The sun toasted brown of my velvet
Blushed with your gold tinted rough hue
The remembrance an unusual familiarity
And then there is the reality of this lifetime
Distance of oceans helpfully bridged by technology
We connected, chatted and shared impressions
Having never met, our exchanges digital and graphic
Our banter banal, so full of spontaneity
Stored for future births, promises unsaid
Patiently for another time, a bit clandestine.
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Seema Jayaraman, Mumbai,25 May 2016