The sun was terrific
and I enjoyed waiting for you,
knowing that you'd come
sooner than later.
The book, an additional comfort.
Life dispenses
few moments like these -
clear visioned, blissful, content.
Only in retrospection does
one fully appreciate the sun, the waiting
the book - this whole mess of life.
On days, however, when I feel
too penniless to face a moneyed day,
I snatch some air from that day and
shower it all over myself.
It ruffles my hair
as if you are just beside,
waiting to surprise me
with a greeting that resolves
the entire problem of space-time,
at least for me,
without using any mathematical equations
at all.
