Tears on a flame

When you feel down,
Or lonely,
Look around you.

You’ll see me
In your shadow,
In your teardrop,
In your rear-view mirror.

You’ll see me
In your yantra,
In your vilvam.

When you cry,
I burn.
When you smile,
I cry.

If you know why,
Tell me now
For I rather cry
Than burn.

You can touch my teardrops
But not my flames.

The flame of the love that
Consumes you and me.

You on me
Just like tears on a flame.