Tuesday, January 24, 2006

The aftershave

As I opened my eyes today
A fragrance came through the door
It sounded like the aftershave I dislike
I've woken up with it many times before

I felt like buying a bottle
and singing it all over the breeze
that is freezing my heart
while you sweat in the airconditioning

The presence of your absence
It's still like cold winds that
I cannot get used to

9 comments:

anshuman said...

The aftershave is gone. Replaced by a spray that I am sure would not meet your approval but seeks to introduce itself to you all the same.

Anonymous said...

Illusions....emotions....joy....attachment..Illusions....emotions....pain....misery....
oh my mind, i know your games.....you beat my present with my past and make my future worry too...

-V

Anonymous said...

Illusions....emotions....joy....attachments....
Illusions....emotions....pain....misery....

-V

mermaid said...

"the presence of your absence"

The contrast of word choice makes the absence more powerful, like the smell of the aftershave.

Out of curiosity, did you mean

"It sounded like the aftershave"

or

"It smelled like the aftershave"

in the third line?

Parul Gahlot said...

I meant sounded like the aftershave

david raphael israel said...

Parul,
interesting!
the poem seems to be a kind of anti-love-song, with an anti-hero and an anti-nostalgia
or something like that!
(I'm new to your poetry. This makes a strong impression.)
cheers,
d.i.

Parul Gahlot said...

Mermaid and d.i. Thanks so much

Dan Husain said...

Ah! I dunno whether to read the poem or smell it? :-)

Nice analogy in the end.

Anonymous said...

Or sound it!Profound!