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The Map in Your Eyes

 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 that I find

A love that is patient, a love that is kind.

Let the world keep spinning, let the seasons fly

I’ll find my direction in the light of your eye

No "other street" calls me, no "other name"

Because since I found you, I’m never the same.

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 lane in my heart leads straight back to you.

Straight back to you...

No more looking away...

In your eyes, I’m home to stay.

(Fade out with soft guitar strumming)

-Jairam Kshirasagar 

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