Thursday, August 19, 2010

Fantasy

For many, she is something
Only dreamt of,
Imagined, yearned for,
An ache at night
A stab of loneliness
A cloud of perfume,
An enticing form,
A whiff of jasmine
A haunting voice
A bobbing pony-tail
A lingering smile
Swaying hips
A swirl of stole
A pair of dancing ear-rings
An aroma of sweat
A jangle of anklets
A tinkle of laughter
A sweet dart of eyes
That stings till death.

2 comments:

P. Venugopal said...

how bleak life would have been had we not the power to fly on the wings of fantasy!

Balachandran V said...

I am reminded of Hema Malini who adorned the walls of my hostel room, in the early '70s! :D

The ache, the insatiable thirst of youth!