Searching- A saga ✔

41- Infinite images of love

I discern your whispers in between classes,

I feel your deft tickles when I am in the library,

I sense your eyes on me while sleeping,

I notice your peacock feather behind the board,

I feel your breath wash over during exams,

I hear your flute when I am about to give up,

I make out your form in the dark monsoon clouds,

I find your hand on mine when it gets dark.

I see you everywhere in my life.

Is this another of your esteemed illusions?

Or a flick of my wild imagination?

And then I look into the mirror,

And realise it could never be Maya

For I find you smiling back at me,

Reflected back from the polished glass.

And there in your eyes, I see myself reflected,

Infinite images, same parallel reflection.

Infinite lives, same parallel love.