What is it that binds me to you?
by Avinash Nair
Is it the pain? Is it the scars?
Or is it the soul of an old friend?
Whom I met years afar.
Is it the sound of your voice?
That I hear, in those moments,
That I call ours.
Is it your musical laughter?
That to my heart does render
Those words, subtle, soft and tender
Is it the flutter of your eyes?
That very cleverly does devoice
Your quivering lips.
I say, it is that blush which comes
To your face, when the time ticks
Between the smiles in our eyes
And the touches of our fingertips.