The aroma that rises
When the olive like shades
That lurks in the corners
Glazed, seek the honey like browns
They melt, the greens, giving life
Sifts through the hungry bones
Neither furious nor kind
They whiff across
Like a kitten amused by the
Gushing fountain
Like a child, sleeping
In images the white I wore
The black string in my flying hair
I wrote on the wind my name
I left on the glass my perfume
Trail of scents that followed
Appetizing and sweet
Your sleeping senses they greet
So maddening so foolish
With matted air
He breathes
The odor of feminity
sequel to the poem 'odor of feminity' by poet rengeth
Are deodorant and perfume useful, then...........................Good Write...............
Woosh! how enticing. White flying hair and perfume breathing your odor. No man could resist this Reshma. Love it! Karin Anderson 10
Dear Reshma Ramesh, what a wonderful poem. I agree that we all need to learn: to get in touch with our feelings, prosody, the rules, techniques, anything that will help us write 'better' poems. Bangalore must have a great tradition of great poems perhaps songs. I once stayed a month with the Hare Krishnas here in NYC and the songs were wonderful. The prasadam? the food, the mercy, was nice.
OMG the chemistry that you possess lovely poem Resh I loved it a tenner from meeeee anjuuuuuu
nice poem resh............but the..comment of mr sathyanarayanan mvs below is perversion to max....................(Resh! I'm getting drowsy.............I keep looking at ur photo........mmmmmmmmm........sumptuous) ........god knows wat he dopes lookin at ur pic for so long
Resh! I'm getting drowsy.............u are an enchanting...........angel......after reading ur romantics, I keep looking at ur photo........mmmmmmmmm........sumptuous
odour of feminity none can escape.none should.very nice poem.posted 10 mam surya
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
fragrance of feminity............very nice.......let the fragrance spread every where...