You Will Sense Me Yet Again

You Will Sense Me Yet Again

You will sense me yet again

When, Where and How? I know not,

But our rendezvous is preordained.

Perhaps I will become a

Creation of your creativity

And maybe, pouring myself

Through the ink of your pen

In a melodious verse

On the milky leaves of your diary,

I will rest on your lips.

Perhaps I will become a leisurely

Breeze in the warm summer,

And gently blowing the

Moisture off from your temples,

I will embrace your Soul, and

Endearingly kiss your breath.

I know not when, where and how –

But you will sense

My presence for sure;

Maybe I will turn into raindrops

Of first rain from spring,

Jewelled on your lips and eyelids,

Calmly drizzling down on your skin

And passing through your pores –

I will rub my coolness on

Your flaming chest;

Look closely then, there will be traces of

Moistness of love, not yet dry.

Perchance we shall

Meet again, yet this flesh

Will grow old with me;

‘Twill will perish into ashes,

But the imperishable beads of memory

Are knitted with a sacred thread;

I will dive deep to collect those beads,

Knit those beads of breath,

And you will sense me yet again.

~ Copyright © Surabhi Kaura 2015

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Surabhi Kaura

Surabhi is a Poetess by heart and an aspiring Author. She is an English teacher by profession. She is a post-grad from University of Toronto. Her love for writing poems has been her strength. She is currently working on publishing her first novel.

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