The Map in Your Eyes I and the sun rise early just to catch your glow And everywhere you wander, I want you to know I used to be a drifter, just a ghost in the rain Until you called my name and you numbed every pain Now when we’re standing in a crowded room Your eyes are the flowers, and I am the bloom. You don’t look away when I’m feeling small You’re the steady hand that breaks every fall The rhythm of your heart is my favorite song It’s the only place where I truly belong. Whenever your eyes find their way back to mine I see a universe perfectly aligned You’re not walking away to some distant street Every path that I take is where we both meet No more hiding shadows, no more feeling blue Every "gali" (lane) in my heart leads straight back to you. They say people change like the leaves on the tree But you’re the constant summer inside of me I don’t have to wonder where your spirit goes It’s written on your face, and heaven only knows That the more that I look, the more tha...
Some say that love is born of fire, A frantic flame that feeds on breath, To satisfy a wild desire And lead a soul to golden death. I’ve tasted such a burning brand, It seared within my heart and mind; A drought upon a summer land That left a bitter dust behind. But I have known a different cold— Not like the hate that freezes deep, But like the hemlock, dark and old, Where winter crows their vigils keep. For when the fire begins to wane And leaves me heavy with my rue, A dust of snow, like falling rain, Descends to make the spirit new. A sudden brush against the sleeve, A quiet word, a cooling touch; Small graces help the heart believe That passion does not owe us much. For love is neither ice nor flame, But how the white drifts drench the red; It gives the day a gentler name And saves the path that we must tread. -Jairam Kshirasagar