The white soul flies around me, clouds help her to evade my sight. I am unable to breathe her in, she has dismantled her place from within me. Our song remains but in a few fragments now.
My vision is obstructed, can only catch a few of her gleaming smiles. They show me the mirror. Each tear drop she shed had a story of each birth I took and every death I embraced. The breeze, the mist, the dew drop, the sweat, the fumes; they embrace me with a painful longing. She moves away, I chase her, yet my words create hurdles.
Her innocence endears, beckons me, the passion within surges. She is the river I revisit each day when my mind meanders to my village. She is the tattered book on my shelf that buries clouds of tears which my unkind fingers dare not touch.
Why is the desire to abandon a welcome thought? It allures me like a lover, my heart overflows with dedicated passion for you. I do not know you, yet I respond to your call. I want to submit my being to you, bereft of all its ties and tendencies. You smile on me, I run to touch you, and like each time, you drop the curtain.
There you are and there she is. Are you one and can I be one with you? I do not fear losing, all I want is a place away from this place. Show me the way to create your space within myself. I know you listen to no command or prayer, you would walk in to my life when you deem that necessary, till then, show me the way to dream of you.
She runs across the grass patch, her anklet leaving a trail of dazzling notes, strung together with consciousness of you. She is infinite like the words crafted in the depth of silence. Like the lyrics embedded in the core of a note, she manifests herself like a tale of a lost land.
There I sit on the edge of horizon, absorbing the fusion of colors from the sea and sky sacrifice their ego and intermingle in a mystic embrace of submission. The clouds clear away and there I see you. You held her for me. Though she is a part of you and I am a weakling who may not be the best, you gift her to me. Coz you know more than anyone how much this blinded being needs the eyes to see You.
My vision is obstructed, can only catch a few of her gleaming smiles. They show me the mirror. Each tear drop she shed had a story of each birth I took and every death I embraced. The breeze, the mist, the dew drop, the sweat, the fumes; they embrace me with a painful longing. She moves away, I chase her, yet my words create hurdles.
Her innocence endears, beckons me, the passion within surges. She is the river I revisit each day when my mind meanders to my village. She is the tattered book on my shelf that buries clouds of tears which my unkind fingers dare not touch.
Why is the desire to abandon a welcome thought? It allures me like a lover, my heart overflows with dedicated passion for you. I do not know you, yet I respond to your call. I want to submit my being to you, bereft of all its ties and tendencies. You smile on me, I run to touch you, and like each time, you drop the curtain.
There you are and there she is. Are you one and can I be one with you? I do not fear losing, all I want is a place away from this place. Show me the way to create your space within myself. I know you listen to no command or prayer, you would walk in to my life when you deem that necessary, till then, show me the way to dream of you.
She runs across the grass patch, her anklet leaving a trail of dazzling notes, strung together with consciousness of you. She is infinite like the words crafted in the depth of silence. Like the lyrics embedded in the core of a note, she manifests herself like a tale of a lost land.
There I sit on the edge of horizon, absorbing the fusion of colors from the sea and sky sacrifice their ego and intermingle in a mystic embrace of submission. The clouds clear away and there I see you. You held her for me. Though she is a part of you and I am a weakling who may not be the best, you gift her to me. Coz you know more than anyone how much this blinded being needs the eyes to see You.
