I feel you through me

In trying to get rid of that phase when you are without any feeling, I discovered something that was obvious but just so. Places, people and situations change, but some people are there. Constant. You need to thank them, throughout. For even if they lose their significance and forget their duties, and hurt you, you should know, they just do not mean it. It's given, they do not.

-I should be more grateful.

-I need to act fast.

-I can do this, and I shall.

-In my own way, yes. No one is going to change that. I may be forgiving and diplomatic, but my dreams govern me. I will not let other things waylay me. No.

I feel you through me

Sitting on the edge of time

Thinking of symphonies played and loved

Beloved memories, and scented hair

Flowing through a waft of a windy sentence

Of lovers and their promises of eternity

Of fathers and their daughters

And their vow of a life untouched

From sorrow and pain, shame and defeat

Living in this conundrum of nascent thoughts

Nothing gives, nothing bends

Evil eyes, and their hungry desire

Pieces of you and me.

Voices of all sorts

Powerful, and seductive

From dark to dawn, from light to that black shadow

Of contempt and hate, constrained apprehensions

I feel you

In beautiful castles, waiting to be rescued.

I feel you

In dinghy prisons, with consumed body and soul.

I feel you

In clouds above the atmosphere, in dreams of the Divine.

I feel you

In belief of the One above, in resilience and strong will

I feel you

For each moment of inspiration, for each word

That you said, that you meant

A ghastly reminder of who you are

In all those places that you mattered

I felt you

Today, when I look ahead

Looking on stairs leading up to Destiny

With love garnered in little bubbly hearts

And flowers picked from fresh orchards of the young mind

I still feel you.

(4th February, 2012)