Every happening in my life before you came ever
Is the link to reach you
As the ploughing gives way to the taste for the diner
In the form of fruit and honey
A cycle making way to you.
You moved to me in different shapes
Though invisible till you came in mature;
Metamorphoses’ been there in our life;
The rags of time gave you to me quite scientifically.
Every phenomenon in this world to me was you,
Though ostentatiously; till your becoming like a full budding flower.
I deny we had ever been away from the first pair of humans,
They were not they but you and me,
Making their composition to reach maturity.
So, ours is not the relation in a book black and white;
It is like sound and hearing,
Heart and beat; Aquarius and Pisces; seeing and the sight;
Wave and river, clouds and thunder,
Life and death waiting upon each other.