By Chaitra Ramalingegowda
A favorite romance novel,
with the improbable yet satisfying happy ending;
a poem that visits unexpectedly,
after an incredibly long hiatus;
a song that touches the soul
with words that are a balm;
a memory so dear,
whose worn edges no longer cut;
a sunset that paints the sky
with shades of melancholy.
A kiss that lingers on the skin,
leaving behind a phantom tingle;
a hug so tight,
that two sets of heartbeats sync;
a finger tracing unseen patterns,
leaving behind a trail of goosebumps;
a smile that morphs an ordinary face
into one that is beloved and cherished;
a laugh so loud
that turns into an indelicate snort.
A diary that holds sadness
as much as hope and desires;
a keepsake from a long-lost friend,
that brings wistfulness as much as smiles;
a string of twinkling fairy lights
that add magic to a mundane night;
a worn letter with words
that bring succor as much as tears;
a sunrise that heralds things anew,
and breathes hope into life.
A night spent talking about
everything and nothing, all at once;
a cuddle that lets breaths mingle
and limbs tangle;
a life that is as simple as it is complicated,
that revels in the ordinary,
making it extraordinary in its own right;
a love that transcends boundaries,
that whispers sweet nothings,
even as the world ends.
By Chaitra Ramalingegowda
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