i found a man who makes writing about the sun the moon the stars seem menial
because compared to the glow of his eyes, the melody of his voice
the warmth of his arms
the stars never stood a chance
he is sunshine packed in a 6 ft body
i found a man
who i want to pick flowers for
i found a man
who kisses me in the silent corners of art galleries
explains me the metro routes
hugs me when i’m cold
holds my heels when i’m tired
tells me i look beautiful when i’ve just stopped crying and mascara has flooded my face
i found a man
who doesn’t try to save me
or fix me
or make a shrine for himself because he saved me from the pain i had infiltrated myself
he just tries to love me
i found a man
who i think deserves someone way brighter than me
he tells me
im the brightest
he tells me
out of all the colour in the world
the brown in my eyes is his favourite
he tells me i’m the world
but he is my universe
and i’m a rock floating endlessly in space
AVNI JAIN 