A Whiff Of Love Poem by JAYDEEP SARANGI

Games in love lost or won a stone
is a solitary traveller to sit on
not knowing whether the earth
would let it find a moment in the memory- white chill.

Returning to all sweetness, lush greenery
promises and smiles created our own whiff
flooding our hearts, birds cooing happy
in regions of faith, sweet daily chores of calling,
walking through the river banks holding hands tight and taut.

Words within are no cold faces, commentaries or scripts
all blush in the Himalayas, rhododendron valleys.
What else is love?
Today's weather is our moods
It goes and comes back powerfully by the flashes, lights and poems
Our groans for more have no mouth, only love scratches of intimate times