Poem: My Heaven is Skirt of Your Garb

 Poem by B D Narayankar

The words I stitched in your memory
Have waxed into millions of spectacle
When the morning arrived
They blossomed into flowers
When night fell
They branched into stars

A song echoed somewhere

My heart uttered
You came
A flower bloomed somewhere
I fancied you shied
A fragrance sprinkled somewhere
Felt your curls fluttered

The words that I stitched in your memory
....

This colorful face, this lazy grace

This winking eyes, this shyness

This softness, this lonliness

This tantalizing act of departure

Why shouldn't this youthful magic 

make someone mad

The words that I stitched in your memory ...

Wherever you are, I am there

You are my heartbeat

I am pilgrim, you are my destination

I am thirsty, you are the rain

My world is your eyes

My heaven - skirt of your garb

The words that I stitched in your memory