then it is that love is born...

when my hand 

held within yours

plays joyfully 

soaking in the warmth 

laughs mischievously

then it is that love is born

when the fire burns

a little in you

and in me

engulfing us

love falls in love

then it is that love is born

when the creases 

stand witness

to the dilemma

of the singeing night

comforted by tears

then it is that love is born

when between the worshipped

and the loved

there is no differentiation

no division

and then when you worship

then it is that love is born

when the longing is intense

and togetherness

the culmination

watered by emotions

the sleepy seed sprouts

then it is that love is born

when the shy eyelids

look up

and the lips come close

coloured a dark crimson

as they wait for the hearts' permission

then it is that love is born

©®Madhumita