Like a plant growing from the crack of a building
I could feel a part of my soul
growing fond of you, with each passing day.
Nights never felt lonely again
and early mornings were the best
with dewdrops everywhere
I could feel your presence in the air.
It felt like springtime come alive
even during the monsoons.
The trees behind the lake looked denser
and the clouds seemed to be on our side
creating shapes of you dancing like Klive.
It was like a window of dreams
that opened for me every night.
You always managed to take my sleep away
while stroking my forehead
and reciting stories of varied themes.