Helpless Bliss (blog marathon post 28)

Memories flood, like the river in spate

Submerge the soul and reasoning

You are everywhere I turn.

In the drawer I open after a shower,

It is your scent that I smell

In the words that pour out of my pen

It is your passion that pours

In the clothes that adorn my body

It is your thoughts that are woven

The harder I try to suppress them

The more powerfully they push-back

Until I can with withstand no more

And I yield

Carried along the swirling waters

With a force never envisaged

That takes me to places

 I never intended to go.

I am floating now,

Helpless

But finally at peace.

And oh the bliss!

© 2014 Preeti Shenoy
 
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© 2014 Preeti Shenoy
 
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