You

YOU

When we go on a journey

I carry the camera with me,

I crave to capture you

In new and new moods

You come surging with

The milky, foamy waves and I

Still you in the

Expanse of the blue ocean

You descend like the

Rain drops in the

Forests of Satpura*,

Now drizzling, now hammering,

I catch you in the

Symphony of the streams

You shiver like the

Tepid morning rays in

The snowy mountains

I hold you in the

Unnamed flower in the grass

You step out from the rocks

Like a figurine

At times, you become the mist

And drape the valley

Or you dance with the breeze

As the new leaf does,

I follow you everywhere

Arresting you in my eyes

We return from the journey

And you become the spicy aroma

Gliding all over the home,

You soak with the clothes

And dry them

In the breezy warmth,

Your sweat shines in

Every nook and corner

Of the house,

Not a bit have you

Changed over the years,

I imbibe you in my blood.

*Satpura- mountain range in central India

Written and translated from Hindi by Lalit Surjan