Two rose petals – red,
separated, yet facing each other. Her lips.
I won’t barter it to anyone – none,
yet her one smile took it for free. My heart.
I was so focused, like the ancient archer,
yet her thoughts distracted me. My mind.
Deep within me, like a mirror to reflect my deeds.
Out of reach from none, till she came. My soul.
The one I loved was everywhere,
I was blind and they too lied to me. My eyes.
Long after she left my soul,
I could still sense her around me – everywhere. Her aroma.
(7) They come to prick me on nights
when the mole in the moon was more visible. Her memories.
My eyes speak to her – everyday. I don’t have words.
What do I have then? – My silence.
I meet her everyday.
Where? – On the pages of my poetry.