The Scent Of A Woman


Estranged to her, that musk, of hers
To me, a mystique, yet, of shades
The substance, which lastingly stirs
Conquests of love, lust’s escapades!

A zephyr, thru the, rain-drenched pines
A chalice, with peach, crushed in rum
Lingering yearnings, of past, valentines
No sin, as sweet, for years to come!

It’s all over, her fond recalls
Like a fury, which keeps, love aflame
As well as, the somber, psalm of falls
Sweet smell, of pain, that she became!

Yet far, beyond her, balmy skin
And the whiff, of menses, sighing fear
The Scent Of A Woman, is deep within
Her soul, which farms, a love austere!

© 2018 Vikas Chandra

One comment

Submit a comment

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s