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only to reveal that which you desired for so long
that memory, that distant recollection, that yearning
happiness, it brings is without equal, a song
that sings in your mind, over and over again, burning
a nostalgic sight, an unforgettable sound, soul longs
for things hidden, things revealed ever so partly,
ever so endearingly, ever so slowly,
to tease, to tease and to more tease
racing emotions and surging feelings
cant but be controlled, nay doused
they spring forth as a smile here and giggle there
the more they are subdued, the more gloriously they appear
only to disappear as fast, as fast as they were born
a joy, what a joy, it is being, just being
smiling, laughing, yearning, crying and fearing
a sense, a notion, a perception that we can
feel through our hearts deeply searing
etched in time, etched in flesh
for eternity, an indelible watermark
on the very pages on which you wrote your symphony
of the inimitable company, of the immutable joy
that bestowed upon me like a manna from the heavens
the whys, whos and hows of life need never be answered
accept them, reject them, they are as they are
for in their unchanging demeanour lies the essence of existence
an existence that is both enriched, cherished and fostered
strangers in the midst of a sea of humanity
and yet strangely not too strange to each other
every dimple, every twinkle, every giggle
is not without a reflection of that which lurks,
beneath, beneath an ocean of human emotion
plucked strings, like they resonate forth
the drums they beat in the background
and yet the heart races, paces and faces
all that which life so readily embraces
these words and more stream forth
so readily, so without reason, so out of season
like the unexpected rain showers which
drip down my cheek, masking my tears
the sands of time have not but forgotten
the scars that were left upon our souls
nay, they have not forgotten the odious joys
bestowed without prayer, without praise
And we are here back again, yet again
not to reason, not to understand, not to fathom
but to live, to live and just to live
for to live is life, life is to live
the very spirit that informs your being
speaks to you in words that can't be heard
those that cant be written, only understood
our hearts leap with joy, sullen and dulled
all at once in ecstasy, all in happiness
endless, ceaseless, without a bottom
an abyss of human emotion, wilting forth, often springing forth
confused, life is; perplexed love is; bewildered existence is
and yet so endearing life, love and existence is
Nay, I am not done, I am not finished
only a chapter of my heart, a page of my mind,
have you read, have you glanced
there is more, much much more
for this abyss is far far deeper than all of your yore.
© Dr S. N. Bhagirath 2016
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