A Special Record

There are moments in life when affection grows so quietly, so steadily, that one day you realise it has become an entire universe of its own. This poem was born from that universe from a love that feels ancient, ocean-deep, and divinely placed. It is a confession, a devotion, and a promise whispered between heartbeats. And a message to my beloved...

Lovie,

Every time I try to explain what you mean to me, words fall short. So I wrote them differently; slower, deeper, with a bit of my soul stitched into each line. This poem is my way of telling you everything I feel but struggle to say out loud. Maybe one day, some very blessed will bestow upon me the right words to express my love to you. Till then, this is all I can do...


My Eternity


Oh how do I tell you, dear?

How much do I adore you?

This degree of fondness I ever

Had for none afore you.


Like Poseidon is to the waters

He loves it not for the striking blue

But for the jeweled ocean floors

When newborn caustic lights break through.


Oh how do I tell you dear?

How I feel your omnipresence

From your musk, to the fading dusk

I feel your exemplar essence.


Like Kabir found his truth

In every breath and bit,

And devotion to his love

He never did intermit.


Oh how do I tell you, dear?

How I cherish you for you are

The song in my beating pulse

Brimming in my reservoir.


When we are made for each other,

Why fear any fraternity

I’m yours beyond our final sunset

And you, my love, are my eternity.


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