To Nayantara

I wrote in a pensive mood

of bees, flowers and the

insane me.

I wrote about rainbows

and the misty mountains

and the promises he made during

the monsoon rains.

I wrote about floods

and the soaked heart

and the overflowing witty river.

I wrote about lovers and

their lovelorn hearts,

about you, them

and people lost in translation.

And then I got lost in

the jungle

of bitter phrases

Nayantara, come help me find a better way..