For the patience of an alibi
A poem, an ode, a tale of a lover
so perplexing and yet anew
Our story starts with an fortuitous gaze up
I was empty on that day, so I stared
He looked back with speechless affirmations
In trance, I could only stare
A sudden vastness magnified inside
A familiar closeness
I sensed these feelings before
The story continued then on
Every day his love resets a whole new me
Reminds me of an experience-
ageless and yet old
Conditional, his love on some days
He holds back
Unless I pay him attention
He asserts his needs for my presence,
Forgiving, he waits still and smiles
Every silly anecdote
he observes and admires
He wakes me up with streaks of unsullied light
Unconditional most days-
For my attention, his wind sways the dress
He tells me that
Lovers open in gentile demeanour
Lovers bloom in dreamy display
I now meet him with yearning before anyone finds us
I have met him in chance with everyone
He keeps our story- a sacred secret
He plays whisper with friends
They swoon in endless celebration being love
My lover hold onto me firmly
He intents to inspire
He responds to the openness of his lover
He comes adorned in vast blues
But decides on oranges and pinks
And mentions -‘just for you’
My lover is mysterious
Lifetimes of love, we hold
He blushes under dark nights, when he reminds
Attentive, he adorns my walk with lush grass carpet
He surprises with scents and flowers
He supports but asserts of my self reliance
But tangible and stifling, I ask him to be
I loose this bet of comfort in tangibility
I found no love left
In tangible entanglement
My lover is made of magic, I realised
He waits eternally with acceptance
The story of lover still incomplete
A cloud of unexpected risk of ‘us been seen’
Knowing of my conundrum
He becomes the space,
I the performer, he the scene
The grace of my devoted lover
Knows magnanimity unmatched
He stays unseen
Transformed, I remember of me
As lucky and blessed
I learn from my lover
of presence and praise
I learn of his friends- birds, butterfly, bees, the bats, owl, weeds, flowers, grass and trees
Who passes his essence
No matter how much I spend
His love – I cannot contain
It spreads through and around
He carries me in his arms to realms
I melt, I dissolve,
I forgot how to resist
Some time ago
I stopped questioning when and where
Instead pray of my own presence
I see him often when I pray
I say a silent thanks for his eternal patience with me
In my backyard, I hear him hum of our love
He likes reciting poems of lovers who mirror each other
And I relish hearing it all over again
Love mirrors magic
His magic transforms mine
Poet and counsellor Rupika Moitra
Flutter and Glide 