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!