I have been
nothing before
and while I prefer
to be something
to you
zero
is a perfect circle
the beginning
the end
one seamless strand
made whole

There is a song inside my heart,
Waiting to be sung...
Between my lips and your breath
The words slip; your eyes reading them...

You answered me, through the flicker of your eyes
Million letters rushing to unite,
A silent smile, the words flood inside my mind
I looked, my eyes sighing with sweet
Benign...

Between my lips and your breath,
A thousand violins sung wild and spread,
The lilts dancing under the summer sky,
Our love wild; a throe of unshed rain...

Between the last conscious thought
Between those dissolved dreams,
It's you that I remember...
The dreams carry you awake,
The reality sinks in the myriad journey of dreams,
The yearnings propel with a force hard to contain...
The petty jealousy creeping everywhere,
I tried shedding and shrug it off,
It spreads through the dream,
And ends in reality,
When I wake to the sun,
I realise, the emotions all sprung,
Hard to shrug, I pleaded to God,
Let me sleep another hour,
Without the thoughts that plays havoc on my heart.

I just need to close my eyes,
Hug myself,  dance for the song in my mind
The song once you sang on that long drive,
My steps halting,  as you stepped to my side...

We moved together like breeze; effortless,
We moved together like blaze untamed,
We held each other,  like insane,
No strain or stir,  pure music in our steps...

A cloud burst, unearthing us,
Carrying us to an undisclosed haven,
Your breath on my hair, the warmth I felt...
Our breath in sync,  we swayed and held.

Was that a dawn or dusk, when we met?
Was it shining or dowdy as we were swept?
Not a drop of water or a grain of food we took,
Our bodies paralysed,  yet we stood...

Time elapsed,  a day? a month? Or a year?
In a trance we stood by each other.
The earth sped,  we moved together
Faster; yet slower than ever...

I wrote to you on a paper boat
Those questions in my heart,
I wrote to you on a paper boat
It sailed fast, slow and then a stand still,
The wetness seeped in, the ink bleeded ...

I expected you to raise your head,
Reach out to rescue the boat on puddle,
Some dreams of mine, you might have saved,
The bleeded letters, you might have traced.

All my antics not withstanding,
The soaked boat slowly sank,
My eyes flitted between the boat and you,
Still hoping you will race to its rescue...

When the boat slowly sank,
The ripples died a slow death,
Your head moved in my direction,
"Phew! I am done for the day", you said.