I am not of any consequence, and shall never be.
I am not the hills or the seas,
I am not your happiness or your imagination coming alive.
I am not your madness on the blue canvas, and
I am nothing that you wished for.
I have not known you, and you remain unknown
To my eyes, soul, fingers, skin.
The shades of the gulmohar tree know me alone,
They have not known your breath.
And yet, for you my love
I bring dawn to dusk.
I turn seas into sand
And snow into fire.
For you, my unknown
I covet the dark corners of my heart
Where your thoughts lie.
For you my love, I breathe
Every burning breath.
For you my unknown
I sketch the impossibilities of a dream.
