Bittersweet surrender

On a rainy evening,
As the blue mist
Comes down the hills,
To nestle before my eyes,
And the air around,
Pregnant with the sweet scent
Of cardamom,
Enticing my otherwise
Peaceful existence,
To a turbulent longing,
That is difficult to contain,
Yet so impossible to contravene,
I finally do away with my
Decided restrain, in despair,
And settle down cozily, with your
Bittersweet memories.
© 2009 Rituparna Das