“You lingered when the morning breathed,
In cups of coffee softly steamed,
A hush within my quiet rooms,
A fragrance folded into fumes.
I never saw you passing by,
No silver shadow crossed my eye,
No spoken word, no footstep near
Yet your absence never felt so clear.
My shirts were pressed with patient care,
A gentle order filled the air,
The kitchen held your unseen art,
As though you ironed folds of my heart.
Sometimes against my weary skin
A touch would rise and fade again,
And jasmine wandered through the hall
Like tender ghost that used to call.
I learned your presence like a prayer,
An unseen rhythm always there,
A silent bond no eyes could prove,
Yet built of habit, ache, and love.
Now cups grow cold beside the dawn,
The dining table looks withdrawn,
‘Saambhavee’ – every room repeats your name
Though nothing here remains the same.”
Saambhavee
- Saambhavee
