drop of water
on a thirsty tongue.
The burden of an
ocean, when you're
filled.
The dryness of
a song upon your ears
as your heart is
yet to be bruised?
The flowers are
brooding and drooping
because the bees
have lost the sense
of longing.
You too have a flaw
and I do too-
and only with our
missing parts alone,
the world is complete.
The jigsaw fit for
each other always lies
elsewhere.
Why else would winds
move from somewhere
and it rains here.