For what do they smell like?
Smell, completes the ritual,
Instilling a real-life feel to the virtual
Do they smell of imported fragrance,
Fresh tulsi, petrichor or the smell of food that lasts despite a good soap-wash?
This mad smell is what they were dying for,
Awaiting with a heart that overflowed with songs
No cover, no controller, just the songs from the air-waves
Reaching each other in timely moments,
Keeping them sane until they met and smelled to their heart's content
Long, deep breaths, in every pulse point and strand of hair
For they were not images that could be shot
Or tastes that lingered
Smell was all they yearned for.