Sunday Poem By Supatra Sen

Fragrant….Eternally

Roses ?…. he asks with a gentle smile
Even before she nods he chooses the best blossoms
Red, bright, beautiful, fragrant
Mind the thorns…he warns
The care and concern surface….again

They had crossed paths
Through myriad thorns and prickles
Circumstances, coincidences
Destiny…
Who knows…

A hundred duties….a thousand commitments
Words to be kept, promises to be honoured
The road ahead so very steep
Yet this monsoon meeting
Amidst thunderous clouds and incessant showers

Deep silence of profound conversations
Of tenderness and courage,
Of never ever giving up…
Ever fragrant,
Ever new and ever old
Words of eternity……or life !

For some stolen moments
Time stands still
Two hearts beat in unison
And then
The solitary journey
Across star-crossed paths

The roses are in full bloom
The fragrance lingering
To haunt, to remind, to reminisce
Of fleeting moments
In the eternal passage of time…