Former Visitor

 
The word 'love' itself, once upon a time,
was nothing but a stranger in my life.
And you were…familiar, at best well-wishing.
We dwelt in two entirely different worlds.


Yet...today, how did you become so achingly known?
Even in this dulled life, bound by necessity's measured frame,
you've awakened such tremors of feeling at last—
what once seemed so useless, so utterly void!


I never once imagined that even I
would grow so desperate for your touch, between the spaces of my eyes!
This shiver, which I used to think merely meaningless,
today feels so precious...!


These stone eyes, which knew only cold touch,
suddenly you came and brought monsoons there!


That unblinking ocean of sight
now blinks constantly...thinking of you!
I wonder, was this too meant to happen?


These lips tremble incessantly now...
like some kind of machine!


Today in gentle laughter, breaking all the rituals of silence,
only your ritual unfolds from beginning to end!


The body that bent only under the weight of books
now wears the radiance of love!


The eyes where only sleep descended in weariness
now dream without fatigue!


Looking down the road...these three words held only indifference,
loving now, I bind my heart to that very waiting!


What kind of new me is this me!
What has happened to me today!
Have I forgotten myself then?
Or is this what they call love, romance?