Every night when my head touches the pillow
a stream of happiness races through me.
I stare at the ceiling for a while and your picture appears,
the same picture that I have been visualising for the many years we have been in love.
I have seen many pictures of yours, but the one you shared for the first time floats in my eyes as soon as I think of you- the one with the green shirt with your brows creased.
Is it my favourite picture of yours or the one I have stealthily seen thousand times?
I have tried many a time to decipher but all in vain- it is like picking a colour from the rainbow where all the seven colours merge to paint the wave.
Oh,...