I walk on clouds, when you breeze
Eyes meet eyes, a short tête-à-tête;
My credentials why so volatile, petite.
Your absence then shifts me to freeze.
Every book has your eyes, drizzling words,
My fingers move eagerly, searching warmth;
It’s a masquerade I play all day in mirth,
This plethora of your love is killing, shreds.
As monsoon takes all droplets to ocean,
As breeze carries nature everywhere,
And water embraces sun at every motion.
I console my heart to have that potion,
To breathe you and live you everywhere,
For love has no margin but poetry in motion.