I remember sunlight singing through your eyes
You surrounded by people, all in love with your brightness.
I saw you glow every day. You are beautiful –
And under that glare, you could see it and be happy.
Me, with eyes that drown the day in its midnight depths
Listening to dead musicians to feed my insomnia,
In love with Russians two centuries old
And euphoric from spotting two faint stars
Blinking in the clouded, dull Delhi sky.
There’s only so much the day
Can make love to the night.
When your brightness licked me up,
There were very few to mourn;
For who loves the dark more than light?
Maybe the night’s whimpering
Wasn’t heard in the day’s glee.
But I felt the empty spaces
That the shadows used to occupy –
My black tears didn’t count for much
In the dizzying radiance of your embrace.
Few cry when the night dies;
But it is a death, nevertheless.