it dances beneath the sky,
and on days when I’m lazy
it kisses my cheeks
with its cold, playful lips.
And the rain, like a distant friend,
returns for a few months,
and unlike the wind
that brushes only my skin,
the rain loves me whole.
Under the dim lights of the ghats,
the river hums its song.
I listen with sand between my toes
while the moon keeps watch above.
A thousand colors of flowers are mine to see,
and the soft humming of birds
is mine to hear.
I walk freely—
the wind on my face,
the sun warm on my head.
A distant wedding plays its music,
threads of joy drifting through the air.
It is almost perfect…
yet I must return home,
away from the charm of all these things,
back to where you are.
Because even in the calm of nature,
in its beauty, in its peace—
I could give it all up for you in a single breath.
None of it makes sense without you.
I find you every morning
before I open my eyes,
just by stretching my hand
to the space where you should be—
and that simple act
is the happiest thing in my world.
For the wind, the rain, the river, the sun—
they are lovely.
But you are life itself.
