Gossamer silken threads of bondings
clouds of thoughts and pictures and images
and feelings and fragments
of letters, numbers, symbols, of smells and
images and colors and flavours
of sweetness and sourness
of anger and sadness and love and hate
of births and deaths and comings and goings
of faces and arms and legs and bodies
of hurts and pain and agony and love lost
of helloes and welcomes and goodbyes
and of salt and pepper and of tomato sauce and ketchup
of handshakes and grips and hugs and kisses
and of bedsheets and pillows and towels and kerchiefs
and of baby booties and napkins and baby books and dolls
of love letters and perfumes and musk and silk and
jewels and stones and the smooth feeling of pebbles and
the coldness of a puppy’s nose and the warmth of a kitten’s tummy and
as beautiful as the melting eyes of a cow and as plaintive as the gentle
eyes of a fawn and as arrogant as the mane’s of a lion and as fiery
as the eruption of a steaming volcano and the rousing fragrance of a cup of coffee,
and the gentle warm taste of a hot steamed bun and the soft, sensuous feel of a rose petal..
and as gentle to the ears as the rustling of silk and the pitter patter of the rain on the floor
and as rough as the lashing of the waves against the tall, steep rocks and as mild as the bleats of a new born lamb,
the tender touch of a baby’s fingers on your fingers..
of the love in the eyes of a loved ones..
of warmth and cold and wetness and the breeze against your hair and in your eyes,
and the dust blowing everywhere, enveloping you , surrounding you..
of the puddles under your feet and your aching and tiring mind and body,
of the comfort of a hot cup of tea and a cosy blanket..
Memories are such and more of these..
More and more and less and less ..
of the stars and the sky and the clouds above and the plants and the trees
and the birds and the bees //
all consuming ..