bhaskar saikia

Warm spring bathed the floor;
Sheer curtains fluttered inward,
The breeze, constant and mild.
Your back towards me,
And eyes lost in the distant mountains,
Where lilies washed the horizon
In a collage of myriad hues.

How wonderful the sight was—
Not the horizon, nor the spring;
But you,
And the love
That you are my truth.

And you walked in,
Towards me;
The curtains parted,
The breeze sneaked in,
As your naked embrace
Adored my nakedness
With the warmth of love.

Love is often depicted through grand narratives of passion and longing, yet its purest form is found in the quiet, tender moments we share with another. Warmth of Love is a poetic reflection of such a moment—an intimate pause where love transcends words and is instead felt through presence, touch and the gentle rhythms of nature.

I wrote this poem in 2016, aiming to vividly capture the profound beauty of love—the kind that makes life feel whole in itself. It is a tribute to the love that doesn’t seek validation in extravagant gestures but finds its essence in simplicity and stillness.

At its heart, Warmth of Love is a celebration of connection. It portrays love not as an abstract ideal but as a tangible experience—woven into the soft caress of a breeze, the unspoken understanding in a lover’s gaze and the comforting warmth of an embrace. It speaks of being present, of truly seeing and feeling another, and of discovering a sense of completeness in that shared moment.

In a world often marked by chaos and longing, this poem serves as a gentle reminder: love does not always reside in dramatic declarations or grand displays. Sometimes, it flourishes in the quietest moments, in the warmth that lingers long after an embrace has ended.