Tuesday, November 22, 2016

Panjami Anand writes

Above Tempers

How many scrolls are there
Some I haven’t read even
Yet you write to me every day.

Life’s ebb and flows

Influences me to wax and wane
Lost in the face of ecstasy
Even those you give me…

And you my man
Are above all that
For they never come in the way ever
To express love to me.
That gesture is the fixed star
The lump in my throat
And the happy teary gleam in my eye

This is perhaps how you
Wish to be loved back
May I rise above tempers
Love you the same way.

 Scrolls and ink...

Scriptorium XV -- Mikel Arrizabalaga

1 comment:

  1. Be like the man from Mars ☺
    Only you, Panju can write this ❤


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