The Fragrance of Jasmine

There is a strange joy I feel

In moments of loving you

The roots of which I know not

Whose branches embrace you.

I dive into you deeper and deeper

Like the familiar scent of earth

After rains soaking into my breath

Making me feel lighter and lighter.

The fragrance of jasmine lingers

On my sinful fingertips too

When I crown you with a garland

While singing praises for you.

The soft halo surrounding the diya

That I light for you as an offering,

Keeps me in nights a little warmer

And at heart a little saner too.

The pain you render me at times is

So akin to your love so divine,

Else why would I feel so light and

Breezy after hours of endless crying?

It has a strange nectar healing

My deepest wounds buried within

The countless coffins of my heart

Slowly and gracefully dying.

Your pain makes me a little livelier

Your love makes me a little humbler

And your presence makes me a little softer

When I dive into you deeper and deeper.