Like a yellow flower, I remembered your dream,
Like the train moving slowly between stations,
I try to tie to my dying luck with your fortune,
Like the houseboat moving over backwaters,
I float back and forth over your tidal words;
Sometimes sweet, sometimes sassy.

Like a red flower, I remember your warmth,
Like the sunset over the hills in the crimson
I try to find your soul in the midst of my desire,
Hoping to find you with me in that paradise,
Like the spices in the hills of Malabar gardens,
I try to savour your looks from the seasons,
Sometimes hot, sometimes sultry.

And like a green flower, you are my life, my breath,
I search for your beautiful face in my miseries,
Like the earrings with your golden smile embedded,
Like the matching black bangles on one hand,
I wish to fill your life with all you deserve,
Sometimes joy, sometimes strength.

© Rakesh Bal.