We will look beyond eyes and run into each other
As usual, for the rest of life.
I do not know what you would
Treasure of me in your mind.
But in billboards planted
Across my fervent heart,
I will celebrate you as the man
Who made me woman.
And there are the small things that I would always remember:
Your affinity to catch colds; my rising fevers on seeing you
Your headaches, your backaches; my avowed helplessness
Your falling asleep while waiting for my reply
Your asking me to remain with you for all of time. . .
All your delicious lies. . .
Over the phone,
the sound of your drinking water,
the soundlessness of your yawn. . .
the camouflage of who you were talking to
the new meanings you gave to worn-out words
Yes, all of this.
And that once,
You called me a goddess.
We will look beyond eyes and run into each other
As usual, for the rest of life.
I do not know what you would
Treasure of me in your mind.
But in billboards planted
Across my fervent heart,
I will celebrate you as the man
Who made me woman.
And there are the small things that I would always remember:
Your affinity to catch colds; my rising fevers on seeing you
Your headaches, your backaches; my avowed helplessness
Your falling asleep while waiting for my reply
Your asking me to remain with you for all of time. . .
All your delicious lies. . .
Over the phone,
the sound of your drinking water,
the soundlessness of your yawn. . .
the camouflage of who you were talking to
the new meanings you gave to worn-out words
Yes, all of this.
And that once,
You called me a goddess.