The iridescent hexagons 

In the soaring butterfly’s eyes

Reveal so many memories,

I try and capture those

I fear are fading,

Grasping at nuances

Hoping to hold onto them forever.

Where is the topaz pendant I gave you - 

That brightened your chest - and your face

And in that, the blue kajal 

That brought your eyes alive,

Gliding in the whiffs

Of rose attar on you, 

Entranced, you made it all go away.

With passing time, as my world dissolves 

With expectation of your return

You are blending - 

Blending with the one 

That glides the slipstreams.

Will you wear the glow 

Of sky blue hues?

Will I recognize what lies behind

The butterfly's gaze 

When I meet you again?