I met you somewhere my friend;
where the hills hide in mist
where winding roads end in a hermitage
or amidst the chaos of a thriving civilization
where fluttering prayer flags dot the sylvan hillside
where dappled sunlight reaches for the mossy forest floors
where monks meditate in magnificent seclusion.
when the rains swept away a hundred years of drought
when lightning ripped the sky
I know I called your name - and found myself lost in abstraction.
when a thousand stars died
when melodies were born
I know I held your hand - and the scent of burning chandan filled my mind.
I know I found you.
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2 comments:
Sounds like a poet big time!! Interpretaions could vary but indeed food for thought... The obvious implications on your mind in the last 6 months, reflect :-)
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