You are special
I thought you should know
On a hazy day,
the fog kisses the morning grass
Leaving behind a few drops
That wither away with the sultry heat of Ra.
But you.
You are a shower of bliss
That moistens every horizon withstanding the hottest day
In a Sahara desert.
You. You are evergreen.
Even the pinkest Chrysanthemum loses its colour
In the cold winter wind
The softest Lily roughens with the gush of hurricane
But you.
You are the golden rays of sun
That peep through the leaves
And provide mirth
To the undergrowth
Forgotten in a thousand footsteps
Crushed under a blanket of morrow trees
You. You are the greenest leaf in an Autumn tree
To which no other leaf
Trusts to remain
You. You are joy.
You are the lovers’ first kiss under a mistletoe
On Christmas Eve
You are the petrichor
Of an impending harvest
To the farmer, in impoverished living
You. You are hope.
You.
You are requiem
To the deaf man
The dance to Moonlight Sonata
In a ballroom
Decorated with a bed of Daffodils
And walls of pine cones
You are the orchestra
That plays its own tune,
With a rise and ebb
Even the calmest
Or the most turbulent of seas could not match.
You. You are music.
You. You are beautiful
Diana, Luna
Or Cleopatra
Lost away in plays
And a thousand allusions
That can’t be made sense of
Thousand heroines of the West
Or a land closer to home
Limp away and mean nothing
When they can’t stand tall to you.
You are beauty. You are beautiful
There are no measures
That compare save you.
You are beautiful.
You. You are glorious.
You. You are home.
That makes two thousand miles away
Feel like a stone’s throw away
The brook that flows
Brings with it cold water.
You. You bring home.
You.
You are home.
You.
You are home.
You. .
You are special.
If anything is wrong, you make right.
If anything’s wounded, you heal. .
You are the love
Whose light
I shall keep ignited
Till there is no air
Save the last one I breathe
Until I die.
Pragmatic and restless, Reetobaan cofounded a skam poetry collective, Type B Poetry. He is an aspiring medical journalist, who spends his time writing, photographing frames and reading psych journals.
