Diwali

Well it's a little too early to write on Diwali...but I guess it might have a different meaning in my life.

Every time I look at your eyes
I write another poem
I love getting lost inside them
I know the feel of heaven.

I can see a fairy kingdom inside them
With Rapunzel waiting at the window
And Snow white munching an apple
With a dwarf near her toe.

God sat for ages before he made you
He thought...poor poor guy
He made you so beautiful...
That he started to cry.

His tear drops fell in your eyes
And I can see them now
I know the reason why people drown
In your eyes- that’s how.

On the pallet strawberry and vanilla
God stood with a paint brush
I can see them on your cheeks
Yes you are my crush.

Your smiles spread fine star dust
The angels were very tired
They went to beauty parlors
They could not look like you…how much they tried.

Yes I have been drinking with my eyes
My heart has been so weak.
Just looking at you, hurts inside,
Yes I see you in my sleep.

It seems unseen
But my life’s been green
Ever since you are here…
Losing you…leaving you
Is my only fear.

You are the Diwali of my life
And there is none…
So many meanings you may be for all.
To me there is only one.