Now, I see you!


Slipping down the morning leaf,
like a dewdrop, I feel you.

My love is that brisk moment,
when a tiny thorn pricks my finger
–Oh! I touch you.

That passion in intense kisses,
Off those gasping breaths, I catch you.

The love of our souls on sleepless nights
and comforting beds,
Like my dreams, I cuddle you.

While my eyelids rests,
the chiming chirp touches the first sun,
In that morning,
. . . I meet you.

– Kabir Malik
©/ 04.04.2016.