by Gopikrishnan Kottoor
I must not weep or cry or be sad that I
am tied to this stone of living without you
by my side; for I did not know that love lay undercover
that would cover all fragrances of the earth.
The thing that gives colours to corals
broods immortality in a petal of a day, you cannot give all that to me;
yet I must pine that you did not come my way, you who lives there
sheltered from the rains in the roof of my breaking heart,
you who remains, with a sweet laughter of mustard flowers upon your lips,
who can give everything to me even before I begin to dream it all;
you who lives and dies each day, each night
in rooms full of love coffin'd with the fragrance of every rose on earth,
you, who'll finally come to brush my face,
as it closes who built unseen all these years
love and its unfathomed prism in my tears.
Last updated May 31, 2012