Through the ripples under the canopies of palm-- We met ourselves!



Where sunlight filters in golden streaks,
making the waters shimmer…




Until sandal-gold evenings blush into pink,
asking the palm trees for directions



towards that lotus-adorned lake 
where the vallam drifts with grace



across waters so calm with subtle ripples,
that mirror the sky.



Isn't it like you and me?
Distant apart, yet perfect reflections of mind and soul
balancing flaws with strengths,
softening edges with warmth,
complementing what the other lacks,
woven so well,
that we seem to be one!

How the playful river finds its anchor in the poised sky.

 

The wish to flow free,
gathering memories at every bend,
painting them into pictures
like myriad grains of sand.
Pictures of time,
I being the minute when you're the second of mine
keeping the pace of life.

 

Passing little islands of emerald paddy fields,
the earthy fragrance along the coast
greets us as we land.

 

And through the twilight,

beneath a star-embroidered veil,

Beholding the stars that twinkle in your eyes, glistening and gleaming!

 

The desire is to become your strength

How the brook cascades power to the oceans

 


Enduring all the crests and troughs life sends,
For once, I wish to lay down my defense,
To rest my head upon your shoulder,
Not in need, but in trust, ever bolder

 

Into your soothing embrace,
Platonic and pure, a gentle trace,
Like lotuses rising in the marshy space.

And yes I remember, love is not to bind but to set free

Free to fly

Yet with cosmic connects that hold us by

 

Until our souls awaken
into a lotus-like consciousness,
finding themselves anew,
in a journey
that too, unfolds with you!


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