In your Arms, I Wander

I am the writer, reader, and spectator. Lying down in your arms, my eyes wander. Just look into your eyes in quiet solitude; My tears say all in this interlude. My small victories—chess and writings, My journeys to places where I chased my cravings. You see it all and understand without judging, Like the few who backed me and keep me hoping. I remember the shiverings of my fingers and fear. I endure and live in moments far from dear. I crave true friendships, togetherness without filters, Recall my missed ambitions and my refuge in pleasures. I look to restart, refresh, and gather my straws. I fear to look back on fifty years’ scars. You gaze at me with tears of compassion, I seek refuge in you to pour my passion. By Suresh M Iyer