Cupid’s Arrow

The first in a new series of poems on love and longing.

Something struck my heart.
As if hit by a flower dart,
I felt a sweet pain,
an unexplained sensation,
like monsoon rains:
Drenched yet warm,
cold and yet hot.
A confused state.

Losing control of my fate,
work continues,
though smile not pruned.
Her eyes mesmerize.
Her face is all I visualize.
Her laughter, a rippling brook,
Leaves a hole inside,
now easy to look.

Something struck my heart.
As if hit by a flower dart,
I still felt a sweet pain.
An unexplained sensation still reigns.

‘Srika’ (Dr B Srikanth) is an orthopedic surgeon, singer, songwriter, and a self-taught musician.  He lives in London with his wife and two children.

Editor’s note:

For other poems by Srika, read:  Love at First Sight, Aah, Dear Maiden, The Path of Love, The Writing of a Love Letter, When Time Stands Still, and Love, The Sweetest of Rhymes.