Of what worth is my life?
If I have not felt you.
You, who are ever with me -
Thinking of the moutains by the sea;
Wanting to to feel the hot beach sands,
While shivering in a farm on the hills.
You are then with me, my best friend,
Begging for attention -
As I ignore the faint plea for solitude
In pursuit of gaiety and fun.
You are puffing and panting,
As I gasp for breath,
Chasing after my dreams.
You are plucking at me -
As I do, the strings of my half hearted violin,
to pull me out of the hazy corridors
of days gone by,
A lazy sunday afternoon.
You take a deep breath,
Hoping I will follow suit
While I rush to finish a million tasks;
In vain, your breath?
Leaving you orphaned,
I stray as well.
I find you now and then -
In my niece's laughter
And the scent of my mother's pallu.
In the satisfaction of my best effort at work
And in the fulfillment of committed practice.
I find you,
When a thunderstorm makes the world howl
On a cheery Wordsworth day - walking, walking, walking...
Appear in an exciting idea;
celebrated in the unconditional love of my companion.
I wonder at the contradiction to normal pinings -
As a great soul explains:
"All remember in sorrow, none in joy,
If we remember in joy, where is the sorrow?"
Here I am all upside down,
I feel you with me,
In all apparent joyousness,
complete in just being.
But forget you,
drowned in sorrow or ire.
You sigh, and I agree,
Remembering you I am complete in joy and sorrow alike.
As I am now -
In you - this moment!
Stray you are no longer,
nor am I, in this conversation.
for you are this moment, my whole life.
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