You're an elegant lady,
A cup of jasmine tea.
You're the gentle breeze that lends ear to a wind chime...
A mother, who rushes to her children's room.
You're that face of kindness, which I recall
From Ramana and a few more.
You're a gentle greeting,
Not a WhatsApp wish.
You're the one who brings words for my poetry
From your chest full of memories.
You're that gentle kiss
On past wounds.
Come, let’s love like it’s our last life on this planet.
Come, talk to me of your past lives.
And, let me touch you as if you're a sacred altar.
I know, you were sent to me
To walk an uncharted voyage.
Come, let's fly away,
To a world of sunlit truth
Where your fears have no more power
To pin you down.
And, in our journey,
You shall find safety in your stride.
