Infinite

You are one yet I feel you
In so many things-
In the touch of cold water
That washes off a hectic day
From my tired limbs,
In petrichor wafting from
The virgin land trembling like a maiden
At the first touch of rains,
In the distant rumbling of thunder
That sounds like hope
To the eager hornbill,
In the silvery balm of moonshine
Glistening on my soul,
In every face and every sound,
In everything animate and not.
You are only one yet I see you
In everything I come across-
The Shams to my Rumi,
The ink to my pen,
The Friend to my soul.

©GauriCS