Face

I see it when it is not in front of me
And even when the bearer is hiding it from me

I see it in the morning when my eyes see their first sight
Till the evening when the sun sets & sets the last ray of light

I see it when I’m sipping on a hot mug of coffee
Or when spiced with ginger and mint is half a cup of tea

I see it when a cook grinds cinnamon and clove
Or when a roasting chapatti swells on a burning stove

I see it in the fragrance of a freshly mown lawn
And clearly if there is fog and dew that very morn

I see it when I hear the rustle of the leaves
Or when I smell the scent that the hot earth, when wet, brews

I see it in the sound of bells from the distant temples
Or when in the noise of crowd, I hear the chime of bangles

I see it in my mind residing in every thought
Sometimes weaving a poetry, sometimes a fairytale plot

I see it in the starlit sky, stretched on the Milky Way
And in my dreams I see it, when my eyes closed stay

In brightest light I see it, I see it in darkness
It is all that I see now, it is your shining face