A writer is nothing without a hand.
A thinker is nothing without a voice, without a pen,
I am nothing without you.
You are closer to me
Than my intima is to my artery.
You are my ink, my pen, my blood, my hand, my heart.
You are the blood in my eyes,
The texture of my skin,
The air in my lungs,
The sweetness on my tongue.
You loved me more than anything that I have ever known.
You made me come alive like the light in the darkness of a surreal dawn.
You made the night iridiscent with the softness of your voice.
Your passion ignited my life,
Your love made my steps lighter.
Your elixir of empathy
Made possible this poem,
My darling Neeta.