THE FOLLOWING POEM WAS SELECTED IN WINGWORD POETRY PRIZE 2023 LONGLIST.

“Destiny has played sound through eclipse, twilight, & love to let meet sun to moon, drawn to dusk and you to me.”

"Your name is itself our destined narration"

What is it, love?

But when, where & how.

I remember your first smile,

Your eyes have Nile.

Your presence me surroundings vibrant,

You are home longed by migrant.

First walk towards me,

Shattered! My soul said it's he.

I don't know how long I was gazing,

But... Heart, eyes, hands were mazing.

While talking seeing straight through my eyes to soul,

Ah! I noticed your smile while looking at my mole.

From your eyes I couldn't take off mine,

We hold our souls not to cross the line.

"They say is it love?

I (smiled): ask rain, sky, moon, sunsets, twilights, midst of night skies & what not....

Doesn't he mention my name?

Doesn't he long for me to be beside him?"