love finds a way,
meandering through streams
choked with pebbles and silt
dried up for ages
parched... waiting for a drop of rain.
love finds a way,
in the debris of cookie jars,
Unwashed whisks
and chocolate wrappers
discarded... wondering why Tennyson weeps.
love finds a way,
over steaming bowls of ramen,
sticky as glue
and peppered with sliced green chilies
Hot... like the sands of Sahara in June.
love is them,
who row boats in the clouds
while swans dance to whale song,
and the earth comes alive for a note in unison.
-- Amresh and Devika















