The petrichor and my senses

The sun retreated into his den

While drops of rain kissed the earth.

July first it was-

When I first saw you walking by.

I heard the music nature played,

Elation was when you smiled back at me.

To cross the road, when  your hand found my waist

Our first touch it became.

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Oh! the smell of fresh rain brings me back memories

Bittersweet reminiscences of a monochromatic past.

But the taste of those smoky lips still lingers

On my lips……

Lips that have forgotten how to kiss!

Shruti.