I draped you O My Silks!
With the fondre memories, I was filled
of riding on those obscure swings,
rocking-a-bye on your nonchalant wings!
I inhaled your lissome caress,
And the night turned into a temptress.
I adorned you O gold mesh,
Intertwined you with gossamer threads,
You stole the glimmers from the stars,
Veneered that stardust on my scars,
I turned as beautiful as a black rose,
Your glitters added spark to my grandiose!
I muffled you O My Cashmere!
Infused you in my veins, carried you everywhere!
Implanted your fibrils in my dermis,
You prick me O Memories, yet you’re chamois.
My frigid heart weeps flakes of glacier,
Melt me with your warmth, O My Cashmere!
Memories are like cashmere…as flimsy as they can be, yet their warmth can melt icebergs of melancholy. They entrap us in a suffocating web, hitherto allowing us to soar high in the immense sky of affection. Memories are paradox. They prick and soothe simultaneously. Soft and soothing like cashmere, which becomes unbearable after its very own warmth. Memories are cashmere, diaphanous enough to allow the zephyr into our soul and stifling enough to lock us inside our clogged self…
Pic: ‘Cashmere Shawl‘ painting by John Singer Sargent
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beautiful <3
Thank you so much!
sangeeta_mishra 3+
O dear your warm & mushy words have truly melted my heart! 🙂 Cheers, love & hugs…! <3
Thank you so much dear Jyotika! Sending love and hugs your way! <3