Yes, I Am Crying Poem by Arun Maji

Didn't you see those words
I wrote for you
In grains of sand?
Guess what I wrote?
Love?
No. I wrote
something more Personal,
more intimate, more divine.

I wrote those words in grains of sand.
For I want them to be swallowed by sea.
And on other side of sea,
If you took a bath
You could smell them.

Did you smell them?
Was it rose? Or jasmine?
Don't ask me.
I don't know.
How would I know
How my heart smells?
You know it. Don't you?

Long ago on a starry night,
While lying down beside me,
you told me once-
"I could smell rose in your heart Amal".

You told me.
Isn't it?

You know, I write you every day.
I write you in sands and wind,
Fragrance and flower.
I write you in things
Those really can reach you.

For I want you to hear me.
I want you to hear
I am crying.

Yes, I am crying.

© Arun Maji
Painting: Andrew Atroshenko