Heaven

By Anand Gupta

let there be moon, stars,

nights full of Northern lights,

or haloing with the midnight Sun,

all I want to see is your eyes

longing for me, setting all

these ifs and buts on fire, and

finding me in the depths of all

rings of hell and Heaven alike.

in your city, or my countryside

driving a vintage car with you

be my side, or you putting your

head on my back and holding me

tight, while I ride a yellow vespa

overlooking the Sicilian sky, or

wandering like bamboo eating

pandas, laughing loud on your

jokes while shopping with you in

the Grand Bazaar of The City on

Seven Hills, trying Turkish tea and

eating künefe, losing all sense of time.

we go to watch a boring play, or

playful cinema of Shahrukh Khan,

a dazzling concert of ColdPlay,

any restaurant of seven stars, or

any roadside noshery selling your

favourite naan and noon chai,

I just want to be where my heart

belongs: with you.

so as long as I could find your

smile and you catching my eyes,

then our eyebrows rising in sync,

sketching a culvert for our souls

to meet on, not just Swiss Alps or

Pir Panjal, any place here is ‘Heaven’

where I am yours and you’re mine.

By Anand Gupta