This is from a series of more than a hundred love poems and songs I have composed. It is dedicated to SOMEONE IN SOME MULTIVERSE. So if you are reading…you know what to do…
Can you step out of the image I hold of you in my heart?
Stand and face me.
Separate from me.
If you do not, how will I know you exist?
How will I know I exist?
How will I know that your existence is separate from me.
Not a myth of my mind.
If you remain frozen as an image,
How will I hold you in flesh and bones?
How will I feel the taste of your lips?
Can you step put of the sonnet I compose in vain?
Show me you exist without my words.
You do not just appear in my words, as a figment of my imagination, do you?
If you remain hidden in the words I write,
Then how will I know this love, this insanity is real?
How will I be sure that my heart writes not in vain?
How will I know that my words do not define you?
And you breathe and sleep, just like any mortal.
If you remain as ideas,
How will I ever concretise your actuality?
Can you separate from the tune that plays in my soul?
Without you, the whole tune falls apart.
For you are that one note that glues my composition together.
Without you the tune will make no sense,
But I will know of your existence.
I will know you are the rhythm of the soil my heart,
The frequency that transcends space and time.
Your separation will convince me how important you are in this equation of spiritual truths.
Your disconnection will kill the music of the spheres of my soul.
The harmonic resonance destroyed.
But in all calamity,
I will know you exist.
There will be no colour in my canvas.
No words in my vocabulary to pen my love for you,
And no tunes to pulsate the depths of my being.
But I will know that in separation you exist.
Do not listen to the ravings of a lunatic poet,
Listen not to the words I sing,
Ignore the pain in my words.
For what do you care about an abject poet’s love song?