If I were to be born again
I would be your song again
Where words are neither yours nor mine
But the lyrics write themselves
In all that we do not say to each other,
I would be your recurring dream
Of meadows strewn with fragrant flowers
Drifting with winds that visit your windows,
I would also be your placid pond
Drinking up the stars and moonlight
While the sun dapples satin folds in it,
Water pure to quench your parched solitude
A gentle rain fanned by mountain breeze,
I will be all this in your imagination,
And you would sing me in quiet hours,
When the sun has left the horizon,
And the moon floats in the white of your eyes
Where you will seek me in every passing girl you see.
Only I would be just a dream.
Geethanjali Dilip: A Chennaiite at heart, she is a graduate from Ethiraj College and a postgraduate in French from Bangalore University. She is passionate about poetry, travel, teaching travel, gardening, interior decoration, and enjoying a deep spiritual connection with everything. She's been teaching French, freelance, in Salem for the past 34 years in schools and colleges, and at her centre, Zone Francofone, in Salem.