Gift Of Love - Poem by Bharat Trivedi
In the luxurious lap
of soft-cushioned seats,
we share popcorns in the movie-hall,
while watching the flickering ads.
Suddenly the lights go dim, dimmer,
and air-conditioned darkness spreads!
as my audacious hand crawls to touch yours.
You tremble, as you rest your head on my shoulder,
the faint fragrance of your
shampooed silky tresses tickle me.
Time tick-tocks as hued shadows
shimmer on the silver screen,
We part as ‘INTERMISSION’
flashes on the screen!
You clasp my hand tight
as the lights go out again.
We watch the lovers on screen -
hugging each other,
locking their lips in a passionate caress,
I gaze you in the semi-darkness
and you turn to me –
I whisper your name
and you come closer, still closer.
I smell the scent of your womanly skin
that lingers with the lavender perfume you wear.
Lifting your flushed face,
I seal your luscious lips with mine,
Pair of thirsty lips meet and
two thumping hearts beat faster and faster…
Sparks flow as I sip the sweet wine
from the goblet of your quivering lips
as my tongue tastes the mint-taste of your mouth,
“THE END” appears on the silver screen!
and lights come back to life, one by one,
Wiping off the lipstick marks on my face
you blush and push me back gently.
My heart is young again
as I remember that magical kiss
and I bask in my poetic bliss
when I still feel your breath upon my lips!
I cherish my first kiss
that explored my soul.
as a silent gift of your love
Copyright ©2008 Bharat B. Trivedi
Its a reminiscence of 'first kiss' stolen in a movie hall, in those times (early 80's) , when there were no posh multiplexes in Mumbai and and 'corner back seats' were the most sought-after by collegians and adolescent lovers…
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