Petrichor

*The smell of wet earth after the first rain

Petrichor

Petrichor

Fleeting Reality

A poet

Am I?

Or a moment?

A word today

A sound tomorrow

A breeze the day after

Will you then have the time

To spare me a thought?

Lend me an ear?

Give me the time?

Tomorrow

There will be others

Speaking better

Touching souls

Reaching depths

Of emotion

Scaling heights

Of passion

Creating the world

Of that moment

Before

They too become

A sound

And then

A breeze

My Protector, My Protected

Let me bare myself to you

Let me make myself vulnerable

Let me shed all my hang-ups

Let me be free of all expectations

Love me to make me fearless

Love me to make me myself

Love me to make me strong for you

Love me to make me invincible with you

Let my arms be your stronghold of safety

Let my love offer you reverence

Let my strength be your haven

Let my passion be your shield

Let my love be your guard

My Anchor

There is no destination for me but you

There is no place for me but by you

Since I came into this world

I have done nothing but love you

Since I have loved you

There is nothing else I can do

Look at me from top to toe

I am just a feeling of love

Take me in your arms but once

That I may find some peace

I have wandered in wilderness

Searching for you

This world which is filled with colours now

Was a conspiracy of isolation

Before I loved you

Your presence in this world

Has anchored me

Has settled it down

There is no destination for me but you

There is no place for me but by you