Love

through 
monsoon seasons 
blew winds 
of happenstance 
converged 
upon our worlds 
tilted the axis 
towards heaven 
as we 
found ourselves 
lost 
within sacred whispers: 
deafened to the ears 
yet 
endearing to the heart 
 
cloaked our senses 
with euphoria 
percolating 
beneath the surface 
with carefree smiles 
piercing 
the delicate fabric 
of our souls 
our hearts desires 
etched 
on glowing parchments 
of destiny itself 
 
miles between us , 
and yet 
our hearts could care less 
beating their drums like mad 
for it knows what it wants 
who are we 
to question its convictions?

Monsoon season