Each Day, As Is Invite Poem by Sumita Jetley

In the kitchen's gentle light they sit,
A canvas spread with hues so bright.
Amir types, a quiet hum,
Jenna paints, their worlds collide.

Morning tea steams, whispers steam,
Windows frame the sun's first gleam.
A plate of samosas between them shared,
Silent tales of love declared.

He speaks of keystrokes, rhythmic beats,
She of strokes that dance and weave.
Their love, a canvas broad and deep,
Where colors blend, and shadows creep.

Amir looks up, his heart content,
Jenna smiles, her soul unbent.
In this space, so warm, so tight,
Their love sings in the morning light.

Threads of dhikr, soft and fine,
Weave through their quiet, sacred time.
In every sip, in every line,
Their spirits dance, their hearts align.

A dog rests near, in peaceful dreams,
Plants sway soft in sunlit beams.
In this room, their sanctuary,
Love and life are never ordinary.