Self Possessed Poem by Bindu Borle

Self Possessed



The afternoon is a golden yellow and
A bit lazy like a languid lover
It’s getting close to a time
When evening comes dressed in grey
And arranges its finery to suit the time
The fragrant roses fill every corner
And try to go out everywhere
Go beyond and cross the threshold
Like an impatient lover
Eager to embrace his loved one
Lilacs are in full bloom
I have touched and felt each stalk myself
And the prime of their lives,
The flow of energy,
The fragrance of their youth and vitality
I can still smell it.
Standing in the porch, on a wintry November evening
I admire nature’s unlimited canvas of life
Adorned with myriad colors and hues
The beautiful sky and earth merging together
To surrender to this divine eternity forever
The music flows from nowhere
I try to give it a name.
Maybe the notes from Beethoven or Bach
For instance
Then sit for an hour and more
I keep my countenance
But is it possible?
I feel romance all around.
I am nothing but self-possessed
I breathe him around, his sex and his smell
While sipping my coffee all alone.

Copyright © 2006, Bindu Borle

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rajaram Ramachandran 01 December 2005

Here also coffee has a finishing touch and its smell is not so sweet as his smell.

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