She was on a swing!











A tune of the violin 

Brought her to me today

Yes, she plays the violin!


Everyday, Everywhere, Everything

Has a small element of her

As she is omnipresent inside me! 


A breeze, a lullaby 

The song I hum often 

The tune of nature

And a stanza of a poem

Everything reminds her

Like a flip of the coin 

She comes and goes in my mind

I often strangely land up in a smile

And writing a poem afterward

As she is winding like a wing in a swing

In my thoughts! 


Nowadays she becomes 

An Addiction

An Obsession 

A Creation too!


A trigger from her smile 

A trigger from her images

Make me exhibit an art 

Where she becomes 

An arbitrary center of my thoughts 

As I am merely an executor. 


Hey poem, 


Tell her that 

I love her the way 

She ever loved by any sapiens

Any invertebrates or vertebrates even!


I love her the way 

Like the abundance of the distance between 

The Earth and the sky

Which can't be measured!


I love her the way 

Where even Sangam literature 

Never expressed love in one hundred decades!


I love her the way 

Beyond values, culture, even ethics

Which are yet to be redefined!


She was on a swing, 

Swinging as like in my heart! 

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