When lover arrived

When love arrived
I was 24 and she was 29
I was a burning fire and
She was a stable lamp
I was bob Sinclair's everybody free
She was Lionel Richie's Hello
Her doors for a lover were shut
Mine stood ajar, unbothered
We were strangers
sensing a camaraderie
Every time we met

When love arrived
She was an emotional wreckage
I was an exhilarated clown
She was finely aging wine
I was a fairly strong cocktail
She was poetry in motion
I was prose with cutting-edges
We were pages
Filling the empty spaces of our journals
Every time we met

When love arrived
She was leading a Kafkaesque life
I was dancing to the rhymes of Rumi
She was burning in the fires of an
Amrita-like yearning
I was blooming in the flowers of a
Rudy-like loving
We were poetry at different stages of life
Adorning the other side of the grass
Every time we met

When love arrived
We were two folds of different generations
Intersecting at a sweet void
We were creating tiny puddles of hope
Holding each other, being seduced
by a make-believe Love story
Hiding under the creases of a warm blanket like relationship
We were fools
welcoming love like the monsoons;
Unprepared yet over-expecting
Every time we met

When love arrived
It gushed into our souls
Filling us with the elixir of life
Until it taught us enough about each other
Until we tasted the dessert of grief
Until we were stung by reality
Until we despised how intensely
We loved each other
Every time we met

When love arrived

- Krishna Iyer