Back in ‘07, when prayers were small,
You said….God, keep her close, don’t let her fall.
Didn’t know then what love could do,
How every turn would circle back to you.
That boy in the yellow Hanuman tee
You laughed without knowing what you’d do to me.
If only I knew, back in those days,
You’d be the reason my calm decays.
My heart still swings your way,
Forgets how to wander, forgets to stray.
You’re my morning, my silent cue,
Every version of me runs to you.
Your eyes still speak without a sound,
A gravity that keeps me bound.
Like air that lingers, thin but true,
You move within my breath, my view.
I pray someday you meet your doggos,
They’ll fill your heart, calm your sorrows.
I think that’s what will bring you peace,
A quiet joy, a soft release.
There’s a secret I think you must know
I dress in yellow to keep your heart mellow.
Your love for ketchup, for runs, for sleep,
For health and rules you promise to keep.
Your zoo tales, those museum days,
Your fancy for Pallas cats in quiet ways.
You’re picky for dessert, I still recall,
Cold gajar ka halwa, not sweet at all.
You say I won’t like your discipline,
But I’ve watched close, I’ve taken it in.
I’ve learned you well….your calm, your hue,
And I’ve come to love you just as you.
Forgive my wanting, too much, too soon,
This isn’t greed, it’s just a tune
That hums when I think of you,
Soft, familiar, always true.
You’re the calm behind every high,
The silence tucked beneath my why.
Show me a flaw, I’ll show you grace,
I’ve built a home in your unseen space.
And if love is less about having through,
Then I’ve already crossed it,
Somewhere between breath… and you.
