இமைப் படம்

Sitting here beside you,eyes meeting eyes,talking without a blink,like a swaying peacockyour head nodding, lovely —nothing else will be like this.

Rain meeting the earth,the scent rising with the cold —that alone is joy.You and I together,hand laced in hand,just taking it in is enough.

The sea with the night,the light with the moon,the wave reaching the shore;you leaning on my shoulder,talking, laughing —just lying there is bliss.

Flowers and thread,strung together just so,come to me at last;to set them in your hair —a smile gathers on your lips,and joy sings in the heart.

Shade beneath the tree,a squirrel up the branchplays with its mate;when I close my eyes it becomes a picture —your head resting on my chest,and comfort grows in me.

One glance on the field’s edge,the other glance on me,as you walk along;a thorn gets into your foot,you reach for my hand,and I gathered you up, my girl.

“Three girls like you,and a boy like me,” —you say it in your sleep,I hear it beside you,and you hide your face, shy.This is heaven, wherever we are.

Henna on your fingersI put on in patterns;you say you are hungry,I feed you rice and dal,you taste it and nod,and watching you, I turn to stone.

Many talk to her as friends;I watch, restless;she sees that,and “always, it’s you” —then her looknever fails to caress me.

Morning breaks with the koel,you part from sleep;the coffee powder meets the milk,the aroma rises with the heat;you take it, smiling,and the day turns out fine.

When your month comes round,and the days go by in pain,I lay you in my lap,my fingers comb your hair,and for a while, gently,I will hold you.

Some moments with love,many with longing —trying to celebrate them all,I am at a loss.Any day, just like this —if it is given, that is enough.

Half of it here, with the dream,the rest there, with the memory.Will it ever come true,or go the way of the shadow?Whichever it is,it is love, with her!