For my muse, Harish Kavirajan and my inspiration, heroine & sister, Shalini Srivatsan
If you are the moon, then I am that imperfect impression nested in the heart of your golden-silver light. Together we create a faultless moon glade
There was a firm, but gentle wind: A zephyr where I carefully planted my dreams, and watched as the wind glided away. Skies beyond, the wind slowed down at your door, and the wind chimes tinkled in delight as you opened the doors, and let my dreams flower at your side.
Your love is like the snow on a mountain top, melting into life when you kiss my warm lips.
Your love is like a summer breeze settling under the shade of a tree when your hand weaves into mine.
Your love is like autumn leaves, full of hues, filling my eyes with the colours of desire.
Your love is like the green of spring, wholesome and sweet, serenading me with sacred promises.
I wish I was the rain, so you would look at me with the dream filled eyes that gaze endlessly into the storm.
I'll smile today, and laugh heartily. And, if I cannot, then I will smile and laugh through you.
I would like to be loved the way the morning dew kisses the soft petals of a blossoming rose.
Your eyes mesmerise me. I look into their depths and see the missing pieces of my own heart.
When my hand rests against your heart, I feel my soul sing in it's every beat.
And when our lips meet, then, oh, I know I am complete.
A sister's hold is like none other. It will steady you forever and swathe you in love.
A sister's hold is like a protective seal of gentle perfection.
A sister's hold is an intimate conversation promising love, eternal.
I am the wind that flies with you as you ride into the sunset,
I am the sparkling river that bends with you towards the sunset,
I am the warmth lighting the road that you ride on,
I am the heart that stays with you, always, as you ride on
At the end of a long, tiring day, coming home is warm and reassuring. Finding you there - that is magic.
