A journey without you—
unimaginable.
From my cradle days to my bike,
I remember every road—
and every ride.
You know my poems
even before these words
came to know me.
The images I see—
they do not belong
to this world,
but to the vision
you gave me.
Oceans, seas, and
clouds—
a baby knows them
from his mother—
so shall I.
Like every newborn,
I too long to cuddle you—
the one
who, in stories,
they called a Night Fairy.
Taller trees stand small
in front of your strength
and energy.
My life giver;
my synergy.
What can I write more—
what can I define?
I have seen warriors
taking a bow
in front of your love—
no one can decline.
You are my verses.
You are my rhyme.