I find you

25 July 2015, Sunday

I find you

AM I looking for you everywhere?

AM I searching for you in everything?

For baby, I find you.

I find you..

In everything I see,

In everything I hear,

In everything I feel…

In the pause of a song, in the tune I was humming along

In a phrase, and in a stranger’s gaze,

I find you

In the sound of rain, in pleasure and in pain,

In the smile of a friend, and at the alley’s end,

I find you

In the fragrance of flowers, in the chill of light showers,

In the smell of Petrichor*, and that lame metaphor,

I find you

In the green of leaves, in the sway of trees,

In words and in deeds

I find you.

In the wind that touched my face,

In the fire that sets me ablaze,

I find you.

In rivers and in woods,

In the swing of my many moods,

I find you.

Baby, I find you,

In everything I see, hear and feel.

(PS: Smell of Petrichor is wrong usage, since Petrichor means smell that accompanies the first rain after a long period of warm, dry weather. Please do forgive me for the wrong usage and call it poetic license. Thank you)