your darkness?
but the things that make you shine
my love;
you are the light
   that wakes me up with a surprise whisper
   shift the curtains,  light through a window

transient rays of light that filter through
        reaches my ephemeral life;

your sorrows?
but you dance on the tips of my weary wings;
make me fly;

your unpredictability?
you wade through the depths of my soul
unafraid;
           the storm,   that blew apart my life;
why i love you, and this is why;
you point out my flaws,
cognitive disabilities, how i was too lazy
   to work through those;
you tore my flesh apart;
      mended those, amidst
showers of affection, called me splendid woman;

are you the unkown one....
                  enter without alert...leave without notice;

   you made a  lotus sprout
   in the depts of my interior in the mud of confusion;
   in the sadness of my soul;
   a lotus blooms, petal by petal....its elegance;
   you are magical;
12 Aug. 2015.
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    Your darkness, or was it my light
    that you muffled?
    Our phases of love and indifference
    intertwine like day and night;
    like the light of distant stars
    lightyears between, as  from the star and earth,
    our messages reached
    but the meanings followed after aeons had passed.
    Your flaws?
    They were screens of smoke
    generated by the campfires of the caravans passing by.
    and I was a straggler who stayed behind
    drawn into your world of anguished sorrow
    wondering whether you were a little sparrow
    or a clown weeping behind a mask that could not be torn apart
    or a saint whom the caravan forgot to take along.
    I linger with those who do not walk with the crowd;
    I lingered to look behind
    because I was tired of being dragged with the caravan;
    the caravan in a hurry to reach the morrow.
    I saw you singing magic songs, the songs I could scarcely follow.
    Some melodies I had heard and faintly recalled
    in a deeper trance, they urged me to turn,
     language that spoke no words i knew,
    yet they sounded like some familiar names
    uttered with an intensity, an intimacy that warmed me up.

    My caravan is waiting in perplexity.
    I have no heart to leave you and go.
    But go I must , if not today, someday I must.
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