Postcard from the hills

Sometimes in silence, I reflect on love.

Love that I have, and, love that is gone.

What is gone often seems very close,

While what I have seems distant and cold.

As I sat surveying the hill side,

I stroked the grass and softly kissed it.

I unwrapped the dark chocolate that

I was carrying, and, paused to take a bite.

I could faintly smell the lavender from my fading perfume,

Creating a heady concoction with the

Surrounding sage and thyme bushes growing in profusion.

I touched the blue sky in my mind’s eye and thought harder.

In the name of Love, we give it infinite power

To evoke hidden desires, our deepest scars and oldest longings.

Rewind, erase, let go and pause again. Repeat.

I lost track of time.

Bugle sounds from the army camp at the base of the terraced valley broke my reverie.

I stretched my limbs and knew it down to my bones that

Stealing a slice of time is never as nice as living it.

When we climb, we seek as to why, somewhere between the bottom and the summit.

Love is a bit like that too.

Caught struggling forever between the anticipation of a kiss, and its consummation.

With softened eyes and nerves of steel,

I rose and walked back to the car,

Having known now through many lifetimes

That self love is the best gift that I can ever give myself.

About Amrita Ghosh

About Moi - I like to think I am a simple person while most people tend to disagree. I like lots of things, sometimes quite contrary ones, a
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1 Response to Postcard from the hills

  1. Ajoy Ghosh says:

    very good. keep on writing, you can do

    Liked by 1 person

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