Jasmine Choice

By Nikhilesh Dholakia

Semi-crushed bud
Of jasmine, still fragrant
At pillow’s edge
Slight mascara smudge
Wistful reminders
Of sensory overload

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Parted vermillion lips
Filigreed henna patterns
From palm to toes
Serpentine braid
Of strung jasmine, dark locks
Tinkling bells
Adorning anklet and wrist
Carelessly tossed aside
Embroidered magenta silk
Crystalline laughter
Like a cool monsoon mist

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Which one shall I choose?
Manageable memory
Tinged with mild, sweet pain
Or
Overpowering reality
That senses can’t contain?

Ahmedabad, July 28, 2004