I find your love

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.