Imprisoned In The Freedom Of Your Joy

By Aditya Nandkumar Garde

There are moments,

when your smile becomes my liberation, 

the very instant you smiled, 

my words, once captive, found the courage to fly, 

they spilled onto paper like whispers of my heart, 

finally free to sing your name.

But, beloved, 

had you sat there wrapped in your own sadness,

my pen would have remained shackled, 

my thoughts would have bowed to your silence,

for How can a poet write, 

when the very eyes that give him ink are drowning in tears?

How could I ever dare to free my words, 

when your eyes held a storm they could not calm?

Know this, 

every smile of yours births my poetry, 

Every moment your lips curve into that tender grace,

my heart finds breath, 

and my ink finds its voice.

By Aditya Nandkumar Garde