My longing for you has no name …
like those delicate petals
like that golden gleam in the dark monsoon clouds,
like the vision of a world in a pond
like those iridescent sailing clouds in the sun dipping moments,
I have cherished you …
I have looked for you
In that carefree breeze,
Searched your face in the starlit chandeliers ablaze in the expanse of the sky,
Felt your presence in the trumpet of the clouds over the hills
In the gushing waterfalls,
In the first light
In the resonance of the Anahat from the deep
In the aroma of the wet mud,
In the maddening perfume of the hasnahana in bloom.
In every friend, lover, in familial bonds,
I have again and again cherished You and only You.
So seeking, I could catch a vision
of you enthroned in that musical refrain
or in the painter’s brush.
At the dusk hour, a weary traveller,
in the crowd of the known and unknown masks
my distance from you has only increased.
I try to catch that lost refrain, that touch, that gleam .
This earth, water, air reeks of poison
Soul churning only yields toxins …
In the cave of my mind,
journeying through labyrinthine forests
I long for the destination.
Where are you?
What are you like?
Are you free from hatred, toxicity, cravings
that torment ?
Are you the Supreme Truth as all say?
Why then this world reeks of such impurities?
Why such inhumanity?
Soul churning queries and your silence
wear me down.
Are you Real?
Are you really the Supreme Truth?