By Krishna Nanda Payyakkil
Do you know the field of flowers yellow
Spread out under an ocean sky?
Petals brushing against my fingertips
We fell in love once, in a different life
The feel of your hands as you cupped my face
And you whispered the words of a summer song
As you held my hand and pulled me further
Through the blossoms where my love for you belonged
You braided my hair , planted flowers and a kiss
Held my hands, standing in this flower maze
You told me not one of those blossoms compared
To the beauty I held when sun fell on my face
I wish this was real, this ballad of love
I wish it could stay, even as we died
But every flower in this place has wilted
Wilted like I do when I look into your eyes