By Geetakshi Arora
If I could paint,
I would paint the sky with the colour of your eyes,
and won’t say whether it is dawn or dusk;
My love for you would be streaked and messy, and coloured;
hidden,
yet in plain sight;
a muddle through which you’d have to fly
to reach the next day (or night)
I would mould the texture of your palms
across the seasons,
on golden and red autumn leaves,
on the tender life budding from dewy branches,
on the dried bark of the naked tree,
so I could feel you around me,
for all my life
I’d sprinkle your scent
on the most fragrant flowers,
to replace theirs with yours,
so that each time I breathe,
I would breathe you
These are the ways in which I would yearn,
If ever I fell in love with you