World

By Anisha

They say there is this world,

this world with people in it,

people of all kinds and types–

beautiful, ugly, cruel, kind.

They say there are people

of varied tints and shades.

I agree with them that

you find people in this world,

but there also comes a time when

you find your world in people,

or should I say, in a single person.

This person who is your world

may not have the loveliest eyes,

but you see galaxies in them.

The mysteries of the universe,

the secrets of the cosmic lives,

lie unfolded in that pair of eyes.

Oh! How deep they are! As if

they're the source of all the

deep, dark, blue, sparkling oceans.

This person who is your world

may not have the sweetest voice,

but you hear cosmic melodies

echoing in that honey-smooth voice.

Every word they utter is

a sea of peace and bliss

and you find yourself flowing

with every word they speak.

This person who is your world

may just have an ordinary presence,

but you see God when you see them.

You see God walking gracefully

in a crowd of graceless humans.

You see God sitting beside you

and you suddenly turn into a devotee.

And then you realise, again,

that this person, truly,

is your world and you

don't need anyone else.

By Anisha