The warmth of a ballad that is you

Few hours are already gone

but the aroma of that one hour

in the morning today

brilliantly matches the feeling that you get

when you meet someone

who is prepossessing, with the eyes that sparkle perpetually

and the wise fragrance of the warmth

that starts with a generous hug

and sets the day

as a therapy in action

that beautiful heartful hour

when the city was flirting with half sun and half of patchy clouds,

was a kind of a poem

if one considers steaming breakfast and a animated chatter

with a loving human

as a complete verse

All of it, now that I recall

was like a spiritual serendipity,

a subtle mindfulness

something that I really wish

I can describe in these random lines

Soulful connections do not always happen randomly

there is this organic urge

to meet, confabulate

and ignite our worlds

with each others' presence

Your presence is a soothing tender balm

and as I take this deep breath and close my eyes

I imagine this day would perch in my mind

as a sunny bright day where the cool shade 

was your being