My Universe She Is

I am surprised

that I found my entire world

in someone barely five feet tall

made with flesh, bones and blood.

I saw the whole galaxy

inside her two little eyes.

I found my comfort,

whenever I held her hands.

I found my heaven in two ounces

of her heart.

I found my lifeline

somewhere in her presence.

I wrote her name,

and painted her face

in everything I saw.

I saw her shine in the sun,

her eyes sparkling in the stars,

her face upon the moon,

her heart in the sky,

her thoughts in the ocean,

her footprints on the earth,

her calmness in the rain,

her anger in the volcanoes,

her love in the heavens,

and her hatred

in the hell I live now.

With her,

my nervous system reacted

like metal being pulled

towards a magnet.

She is just another person

in this wide world.

But for me,

she became my entire world.

I made a universe out of her

while she refused

to be a part of mine.

I made her only one

while she preferred

to remain one among many.

I found my whole world in her

while she never wanted

to become even a tiny part of my world.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind