After a Thousand Nights

Why is it so?

Your memory returns,

but time refuses to flow.

On moonlit nights,

your name drifts through my heart's deep sea.

Yet why do you hide

where even my heart cannot reach?

On what day,

beneath what distant sky,

will I find you at last?

I wonder,

as the days go by.

Month after month,

autumn skies fade away.

Yet in the mirror of my phone,

your name no longer comes to stay.

Your name awakens

the rain of Shravan within me.

Who are these restless souls

wandering through the wind?

Am I among them too?

I ask myself,

and the answer comes,

lost.

You are gone,

yet in you, I still remain.

In you, I make my home,

in you, I find my place.

I've quarrelled with happiness.

Let it pass me by.

Let it go its way.

Here, in the golden cradle

of the morning sun,

I sit and write of you again,

with a rainbow pencil,

colouring the words

one shade at a time.

Will you come?

Upon a palanquin of wind,

across the silence

of a thousand nights,

will you come at last,

and find me waiting here?