Futile Fragrances..

Its really hard to see the goose bumps once you saw dance to the rythm of your breath die...
Who would ever fathom the warmth that kept the lantern awake when steel cold rains lashed outside..
The gasp at the very sight
The flutter at the very touch
The mystic addictive tingle itself yearns to prolong and recreate the necklace of emotional ecstasy one pines to adorn..
The prism of images blur the lines and wipes away the 'I's and 'ME's and gives birth to 'US'
Amidst this palate of exotic colours,
With the turn of the clock,
Why did the fragrances fade...
Who did take them to the unseen spheres and never brought them back where they belonged...
Are they gonna find their way back...
Are they ever gonna splash the colours...
Oh, futile fragrances !!!