I wrote him in my poems,
Threaded him into my lines,
Imagined him in my dreams,
Made him come alive in my creations,
His smiles became a tale I told the most,
His charisma became the theme of my poems,
Maybe writing him did trick my mind,
What I manifested did come to life,
Filling my works with joyful lyrics,
Filling my nights with unfinished sonnets,
The tales as old as time,
His name as magical as him,
From becoming the companion of my days,
To becoming the completeness of my nights,
My threads of imagination,
Brought me a piece of him,
Never to be taken away,
Never to be erased.


© Pakhi Gupta