You might wonder, why I keep writing you poems,
day after day.
one after the other.
A belief, word by word, a sentence would travel the miles,
unraveling a message of love,
at your lips;
Channeling the extremities of our country’s north and south.
A belief, the words would take me closer to you,
widening the pages,
shortening the distance,
till I taste your scent, like my breath.
An untamed desire to listen the reverie chirping in your eyes.
Feel the sense of your first touch on mu skin;
brushing my memory slate,
The chillness of Januaries in Pondy.
I write to you,
back to back
day after day, one after the other;
For in these pages are delved an exotic burrow to you,
which I see indefinitely.