An old, silly scribble dated 24 April, 2009. My place. Afternoon time. Abhi on the armchair reading a book. I'm sitting on the study desk.
he...
reads my thoughts.
knows how I feel.
discerns when I need
to be left alone.
knows when to hug,
and how to heal.
he...
in front of my god,
humbly bows his head.
in spite of being a
non believer, with me,
on this path for looking for
miracles, he happily treads.
he...
lets me be crazy.
lets me be insane.
then, when I have had
my share of silliness,
effortlessly guides me back
to the life that’s exquisitely mundane.
he...
gives wings to my wishes
and watches, as I fly them.
prodding me to follow my
dreams, and letting me
believe in who and
what I am.
he...
calms my heart and my senses,
then, also, makes them go wild.
dances with me in the rains,
sings with me, does everyday
things with me with alacrity,
lets me be a woman, and also a child.
he, therefore,
became the calm feeling,
that in my heart, merrily lies.
the smile on my lips,
the spring in my steps,
the hope in my soul,
and the life in my eyes.
I watch him reading his book,
as all these thoughts, through
my mind, do race
and I hug myself tight,
and smile a smile he knows so well,
it spreads on my face.
he peers from behind the book
and ask me with humour in his eyes,
“pinched yourself again, did you?”
and I nod, and say sheepishly,
“I can’t help but pinch myself,
even if I tried...
you are like a dream to me,
that everyday I see,
with my eyes open wide.”
reads my thoughts.
knows how I feel.
discerns when I need
to be left alone.
knows when to hug,
and how to heal.
he...
in front of my god,
humbly bows his head.
in spite of being a
non believer, with me,
on this path for looking for
miracles, he happily treads.
he...
lets me be crazy.
lets me be insane.
then, when I have had
my share of silliness,
effortlessly guides me back
to the life that’s exquisitely mundane.
he...
gives wings to my wishes
and watches, as I fly them.
prodding me to follow my
dreams, and letting me
believe in who and
what I am.
he...
calms my heart and my senses,
then, also, makes them go wild.
dances with me in the rains,
sings with me, does everyday
things with me with alacrity,
lets me be a woman, and also a child.
he, therefore,
became the calm feeling,
that in my heart, merrily lies.
the smile on my lips,
the spring in my steps,
the hope in my soul,
and the life in my eyes.
I watch him reading his book,
as all these thoughts, through
my mind, do race
and I hug myself tight,
and smile a smile he knows so well,
it spreads on my face.
he peers from behind the book
and ask me with humour in his eyes,
“pinched yourself again, did you?”
and I nod, and say sheepishly,
“I can’t help but pinch myself,
even if I tried...
you are like a dream to me,
that everyday I see,
with my eyes open wide.”
