Do not be satisfied with the stories that are told to you. Unfold your own myth – Rumi.

I find your love

Night in the Capital

Like traces of mayo
on a light spread
I find your love
peeking through
on hidden corners
of my tongue

Like rays of sunlight
in a lost mosque
in Old Delhi
I find your love
glowing
in the sudden warmth
on my face

Like the hard pinch of salt
left behind
after a morning near the sea
I find your love
holding fort
on my dried skin

Like the faint scent of coffee
in Mylapore side streets
I find your love
seeping through
the filter of my lips

Like the whispers
of sleepy children
in grey classrooms
I find your love
in the tremor
of my faltering voice

Like set stones
in a night sky
pierced with stars
I find your love
in slow glistening
sweat
on my forehead

Like the memories
of a cold winter
recalled, celebrated
I find your love
in the long-withered flowers
on my grave.

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2 responses

  1. One of the top best poems I’ve ever read! absolutely stunning.

    April 4, 2014 at 11:05 am

  2. Tanya

    This made me smile. Such beautiful verses!

    May 2, 2014 at 6:44 pm

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