when stopped
at a crossing
one mild lucid calm drizzling evening...
a flowergirl passed...
in her hands greenish white
garlands of jasmine...
and the whiff of air
of the city so soft
swept some
of the jasmine smell
into me...
in such a loving manner
that i felt
you were near...
surely...
near...
close by...
and
i became unmindful of all matrices
which kept
grey cells mine...
busy...
even a few seconds ago...
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
jasmine...
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