I find solace in sunlight,
no matter how it is, Sweetie.
Get it? Solace? Sol? Sunlight?
You didn't just find the part of me
that's been lost for so long,
You.
Found.
Me.

When the others stars fell
silent
You burned ever brighter;
the glowing compass
awaiting this
day-dreamer,
night-thinker's
acceptance
of all of that Your Sun could bring.

I love it,
I love You
-there is no past tense to this-  
and You didn't steal
or maim, or desecrate
this Moon,
for whatever it gave,
it gave willingly.

Where are you though,
Dear Missing Sun
May I take you home?

Hindi in Devnagri script:

वो सुबह के सूर्य का प्रकाश,
प्रज्वलित करता है तुम्हारी ये कांति.
तुम्हें देख कर ही होती मेरी भोर है,
तुमसे मिल कर मेरा रोम-रोम विभोर है.


Transliterated to Latin script:

Wo subah ke soorya ka prakaash,
Prajwalit karta hai tumhaari ye kaanti.
Tumhe dekh kar hi hoti meri bhor hai,
Tumse mil kar mera rom-rom vibhor hai.


Translated to English:

That morning sunlight,
Enlightens your radiant face.
Seeing you my morning happens,
Please know it that meeting you I have gotten goosebumps.

take me back to the days when the night sky was our only blanket; when it felt like planets colliding every time we kissed. i want to feel the way i did when you told the ocean how much it looked like me: deep and mysterious and always changing, always moving. wild enough to strengthen a storm, calm enough to sing you to sleep. you said you always wanted to drown in my abyss. nowadays, all i can think about is whether the shoreline remembers the imprint of our bodies sprawled upon it. i wonder if it misses our warmth the way i miss yours. sometimes i think about you with her: how it must feel like sunlight streaming through your veins every time you touch. i just hope, even sometimes, you still miss the rain.