There are places I want to take you
Reed-filled
Sky-bound
Where clouds fall upon land
Empty
Held by waves

There are places I want to take you
Tidal flats of mud and glasswort
Trees knitted by sea-winds
Blossomed with lichen
Silent and rusted

There are places I want to take you
Where wood turns to stone
And stones roll
Under a sky
Embracing the shingle

Here I will show you how the sea flows in my veins
How heaven catches my heart
How you might love me

A canyon snaking
Through dust
The moon a full stop
A rocky place
Scattered with bird-song

A thousand feet above the valley
Caterpillars
A shell caught in stone
An eagle spinning the void
The sun blazing

An impossible shadow
A long road between stars
Your voice
Cracking the stones

The fire smoking
A meteor burning the sky
The waves calling
You sleeping

White sand
Strewn with violet
A single boat
For carrying

Water ice-blue
Sky-blue
Eye-blue
To drown in

Four walls high
A window against the night
The stars rubbed out
All for breaking

Was alone until you were there;
You took my hand in yours,
And we walked the times—both vice and fair.
You left me with no words
To tell you how much I care
For you and love you no end.
Remember the times we spent
In each other’s *****,
With nothing betwixt us but love
In our sanctum sanctorum.
In me you remain, and shall sustain—
In a heart that loves you just and sane.
Remember me and, no doubt, I’ll be there
To bathe you in my love and care.

The train halts
For the people to alight;
And I, faraway,
Find ways to **** the night.
I take out my diary and a pen
To jot down all that I feel then.

The train halts.
And with several others, I get down
To freshen up with a cup of tea.
A thought keeps lingering within me;
I keep seeking ways to be happy; but
Happiness is what I (wish to) have and what I wish to be.

And with this honest, humble thought,
Hoots the train, I hear.
Asking me to get back,
For my destination is near.
Yet, my journey of life has lots to see,
And she wants me to be back on track.

Twilight darkens,
And she springs in joy
Of a myriad praises that befall.
She, the Sabarmati,
Flows across the city,
Barely eyed at day, [and
But] Adored as the day would fall.

She spreads like a smile
Across her banks; chaste.
Somewhere she does flow
Into the sea; yet serene,
Like she has always been;
Obscured of haste.

I watch her flow,
For hours and hours,
To see if I’m like her.
Someday when I go,
I’ll be with her;
Like a son long lost
Reunited with his mother.