'Which path has the shortest distance
To reach you?’ my beloved asked.

Like the calm sea assimilating a fresh river
I stood cold looking into her deep eyes.

Even the Neelakurinji* seldom knows
The path of spring and blooms in 12 years of blue.

Even the Hornbill** seldom knows
The path of first raindrop and ends it’s wait.

'Drop by drop, cell by cell, breath by breath
I was dissolving in you,...