Yes, I Am Crying

Didn't you see those words I wrote for you In grains of sand? Guess what I wrote? Love? No. I wrote something more Personal, more intimate, more divine. I wrote those words in grains of sand. For I want them to be swallowed by sea. And on other side of sea, If you took a bath You could smell them. Did you smell them? Was it rose? Or jasmine? Don't ask me. I don't know. How would I know How my heart smells? You know it. Don't you? Long ago on a starry night, While lying down beside me, you told me once- "I could smell rose in your heart Amal". You told me. Isn't it? You know, I write you every day. I write you in sands and wind, Fragrance and flower. I write you in things Those really can reach you. For I want you to hear me. I want you to hear I am crying. Yes, I am crying. © Arun Maji Painting: Andrew Atroshenko