I was a boy no older than three,
when I had just started making memories,
and one of them I remember
fondly, like a highlight of my childhood.
A man and woman run to embrace
in a blooming sunflower field.
Even the flowers seem to follow them,
turning toward them as they meet,
embrace,
and proclaim their eternal love.
And I couldn’t have asked
for anything else.
Dulhania jise hum le jayenge.
On August 11, 2023, a blessing came
in the disguise of change,
with a tang of chatpatay, your favorite.
You spoke with conviction, and it made
my heart play to the beat of your rhythm.
You walked like sun rays in monsoon season.
Three years flew by, and I grew, making mistakes.
And you’re the reason.
The pillar beside me that wouldn’t shake.
But even I saw
how an eternal chalice of grace can break,
and still put itself back together,
filling those cracks with gold,
learning to embrace the past, and shining
for the world to behold.
During a winter storm,
you’re the ember that keeps the home warm.
You’re the tenderness in the leaves
as they float in the winds of the fall.
We grew closer,
arguing, getting blazes,
petting puppies at the mall.
I miss your eyes, your voice,
the smile on your face,
and sometimes your touch most of all.
You’re my missing puzzle piece.
In a world full of pennies, you’re a dime.
My love, before I see you this weekend,
all I want to ask is…
Will you be my valentine?
Feb 12
Feb 12, 2026 at 12:41 PM UTC
I was a boy no older than three,
when I had just started making memories,
and one of them I remember
fondly, like a highlight of my childhood.
A man and woman run to embrace
in a blooming sunflower field.
Even the flowers seem to follow them,
turning toward them as they meet,
embrace,
and proclaim their eternal love.
And I couldn’t have asked
for anything else.
Dulhania jise hum le jayenge.
On August 11, 2023, a blessing came
in the disguise of change,
with a tang of chatpatay, your favorite.
You spoke with conviction, and it made
my heart play to the beat of your rhythm.
You walked like sun rays in monsoon season.
Three years flew by, and I grew, making mistakes.
And you’re the reason.
The pillar beside me that wouldn’t shake.
But even I saw
how an eternal chalice of grace can break,
and still put itself back together,
filling those cracks with gold,
learning to embrace the past, and shining
for the world to behold.
During a winter storm,
you’re the ember that keeps the home warm.
You’re the tenderness in the leaves
as they float in the winds of the fall.
We grew closer,
arguing, getting blazes,
petting puppies at the mall.
I miss your eyes, your voice,
the smile on your face,
and sometimes your touch most of all.
You’re my missing puzzle piece.
In a world full of pennies, you’re a dime.
My love, before I see you this weekend,
all I want to ask is…
Will you be my valentine?
I wrote this for my girlfriend. Chatpatay is her fav Nepali snack.
Thank you for reading :)
