OK, I Won’t Remind You… Manasa Chamarti, Telugu , Indian
So often,
They overwhelm me…
The days when you entered gently like a mist
And pervaded my cumulus introspective worlds of fancy.
Caressing the throbbing wayward impulses
Whelming with flourishing tender springs of age
The courses you guided love-locking
Unto the raging pinnacles of youth…
The moments
We floated adrift in ardour
Into the charming serene worlds
Of unfathomable blissful abysses.
Do you recall them by any chance? Ever?
The nights you kindled in me with your looks
Countless gleams of celestial brilliances
In such darknesses where even sounds blush?
The labyrinths of love
Where, walking together,
You pooled the desiderate pollen of passion
In the cups of your hand
To shower and win over my heart?
Those lovely moments of infinite unison
When the bubbling desires nestling in heart’s nest
Suddenly took wing breaking through the barriers into the skies?
OK, I won’t remind you.
Even in jest, I won’t test the strength of your memory.
But just promise me, that our lightning signature, too, shall lie
On all moony moments when tender buds tend to blossom.
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Manasa Chamarti
Photo Courtesy: Manasa Chamarti
Born and brought up in Vijayawada, Andhra Pradesh, and a student of V R Siddhartha College of Engineering there, Manasa Chamarti is an IT professional with over eight years of experience. She is the team-leader now and has moved to Bangalore.
“Madhumanasam (http://www.madhumanasam.in/), her blog which she has been running since 22nd March 2010, is a record of her fine poetic sensibilities.
“I never knew when I was drawn to literature or whose poetry had drawn me to it, but I know for sure I became her subject and since been drenched in its showers. As for me, I feel this is one way to cherish every moment of our lives,” she says rather modestly.
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