I am thinking of you, like I do all the time: A poem 

I couldn’t fathom how I could spend a moment 

without a conversation; yet, I have spent a lifetime. 

That love was meant to be a quietude, like a window 

opaque from the outside and transparent from the inside  

So, I could see and remain unseen. We have lived  

in such cradles of contradictions; to be innocent 

and yet to be wise; and to be diminutive and humble 

and yet to stand tall. How many lessons have I learned? 

It is, yet a mystery how I learnt them with no teaching 

And among the most important is the one that I love, 

with so much immensity and intensity, you! 

That it is like a mere whispering wind; yet, so unimaginably  

overwhelming, that it blows across the universe! 

You know I have felt the deux es machina 

in your pulse that I never held, but its beat  

struck the home of my heart like an eternal lightening. 

You can say my frail heart thumped with thunders 

that exhibited its voluble strength. I am more than imagination, 

because, like you, I am a creation of myself  

from the very origins. The makers maketh themselves 

in their manifestation that is greater than ethereal  

and having no source, but a memory and reminder of their love!