All For You

Specks of dust on my window,

Laugh as I arrange secrets in a row.

A few poems sit idle soaking in Sun,

The breeze wrote flirty letters for fun.

Dreams, seldom real yet come true

A distant island harbours my due.

A restlessness floats around

It's my story that your words sound.

Your habits paint with colours

Sky starts a song for parched flowers.

The grey clouds throw tantrums

Street promises a song on our terms.

I can be your tale, an enigma, a tear

Myriad forms happy to share.

Make me a myth with one embrace

Together the glaciar we chase.

Those nicknames, oh so familiar

Drenched in an intoxicant rare.

Completed verses make no sense

Galaxies become one with that one Yes.

- Sutapa Kar