61 Clinic Road Comments

I'm back. let me/us revisit: The missives of passion Always smelt of her sweat Aroma of her breath...................................i can understand the smell of her sweat being a 'turnon'**** ..............................................but, maybe you meant sweet aroma? ? **** turnon turnon [turn-on, -awn] Word Origin See more synonyms on Thesaurus.com noun, Slang. 1. something that arouses one's interest or excitement. ============================= Drunken of her words...............or on her words? maybe. maybe not! yea or yeah: [Yea is an affirmative vote. Yeah is casual form of yes. Yay, a homophone of yea, is an exclamation that signals joy or happiness. You can remember that neither yea or democracy have the letter H, and both are related to voting.] i like: The pride of the city the like of which There are hardly two or three Across the breadth and width of the country To feel at close the warmth of her breath...............if you mean close as an adjective, i disagree; if ...............................................................you mean it as a noun, pronounced differently, i agree, perhaps. :) more favorite lines: The girl has disappeared into the folds of time Yet, why are her old words and dreams Left behind in endless streams For a shivering heart to receive and ache In a cold windless December night? an old saying/cliche? : better to have loved and lost than never to have loved i've lost love several times, but i keep on bouncing back for MORE! to MyPoemList. bri :)

some favorite lines: It would be eons Before she returned Lots of time to stand and yawn and: The missives of passion Always smelt of her sweat Aroma of her breath Carried her anxious sobs Silken fabric of her dreams ....................you 'poor devil' - - - - - - - - - Where a dear one of mine once homed...........homed...........i'm not familiar with this usage, unless ................................maybe she was a 'homing pigeon'? unfortunately i've run out of online time for now. i may return to this engaging poem later today. to MyPoemList anyway. bri :)

Is it the sweetness of the sweetest ache clouded by uncertainly of the lady's fate summoning haunting memories that prevents wisdom to have its way? Excuse if I am wrong since I am not a wise bearded soul ha, ha! A gem of a poem from your golden pen, once again.10+

Rambling through the corridors of the past is often pleasant and painful at the same time...Memories come crowding taking us to the hidden pockets of life. While standing at the entrance of a mall when your wife went inside to do her shopping, you had enough time to 'yawn' away and a casual sight of a rusted board with the inscription 'Clinic Road' took you to 45 years back. Your 'old flame' suddenly rose up as a burning flame in your heart. Who can answer your question.. 'Why a face long vanished out of sight is suddenly causing such severe ache? ...... Great write! I could visualize it and follow the stream of your thought! Greatly enjoyed!

What a beautiful picture of nostalgia have you painted here! Is the city you mentioned, Bangalore? Well! thank you for a truly evocative poem.