When love arrives

By Shruti Rungta

And on the day, when love knocks at your door,

i hope it feels like the arrival of rain

on a barren island.

The love that takes time to read the map of your body ,

tracing the sparkle in your eyes to the smile on your face

when you speak it's language.

The love that is subtle , but not too shy to say it openly

The kind that every inch of your body dances to its tunes.

The one that sings praises about you.

The one that brings the sense of fun in you

and kisses your present self

when you oscillate between the past and future

.For the things that are most important to us

arrives unexpectedly

and are always subtle and easiest to miss.

By Shruti Rungta