Though She Loves Me

I was the one, whom she says,

That she would love through eternity

The one who lived in her heart

Like a drop of water meant for sea.

I am settled in her heart like

The dust lives in road’ grooves

I am the one, as she says,

All her previous lives boons.

While sitting hand in hand over the shore,

I look above, when she asks

While trying to gather the words she says

And try to find ‘similes’ in stars.

But, in those poor normal stars

I can’t see those ‘lovely things’

And stand for hours in front of glass

To search the love she sees in me.

Now, though I pour flowers over her grave

Deaf to the heart that beats below the stone,

I can’t find tears running down my cheeks

‘cause… I don’t think I ever love her.