When I Picture You

Apr 13, 2026

As I envisioned his fingers caressing my thigh,

I thought of your hand travelling through

The verdant plains of my earthly skin

In last August’s unforgiving heat

I see you standing at the foot of a snowy hill

My eyes trace a quiet line to your feet

The distance between us blurrily dissolves to white,

Infinite yet fleet

As I tried to recall his and mine

Conversation last night,

I stumbled upon your shop on Memory Lane

Paintings of us all hung up

Each brushstroke a memory

That endured the testament of time

We stand on the frame’s opposite sides

World’s apart, where the canvas divides

I wonder what you see

When you picture me

{Maybe when one day the sun rises from the west

And snow consumes Delhi’s searing heat and ampleness

When fate lays our restless hearts to rest,

And I don’t stop to wonder if I made you up inside my head,

We end up on the same side of the canvas.}