The Gravity of Her, a Poem by Dr. Shailesh Gupta Veer
Her surname and mine are not the same, Yet when I read it, when I see it, A sweet smile rises to my face, unbidden. My heart lights up. People say, "You’re mad with love for her." I have no words to deny them. They are not wrong. I know we are nothing beyond the faint lines of friendship. Still, I love her— the way she rises, sits, walks, the way she laughs, speaks, converses. That is why I bow to every syllable she utters. Disagreement dies before it forms; to agree with her is my only prayer. Call it not love— the word is too small, too loud. This is gravity. Wordless Weightless Absolute. She does not pull me; my universe leans toward her on its own. All my clever words desert me when she appears. Only one remains: She is the best. And that is enoug...