…
when..
you realize,
the eyes;
watching you sad and crying,
craving for your smile..
..
the words;
spoken to motivate,
to inject nectar in your veins
yet finding peace
in your silly verbal fights…
..
the touch;
the feeling of stand by,
in all steps, in every race of life
walking along when you’re alone
you slip or see surfaces slide
and hanged … you feel
the warmth ..
visible as in forehead lines
and in gripped those hands tight ..
pulling you over, out of the pit..
saviour..
..
the silence;
when you can see..
in the layered conversations
the hidden few bare words
words of trust, truth and tears
when you do not need any explanation..
..
everything;
in every damn thing you are surrounded..
with or without being with one
you feel safe..
you see your whole world within..
…
when..
a single moment changes
your universe
your dreams, your desire,
your phenomenon..forever,
Lost will be
your purpose
of all the prayers and wishes..
…
when
it makes you strange to your own
the moment..
my friend!
believe that..
you have actually lived up
sensibly, truly
a moment of ‘warmth’
…
thought where is its’ origin?
………………………………….
is it the strange fire in us?
burns in..
deep in heart?
when flames go up..
and bursts into light and warmth..
is it real or divine?
is feeling the warmth feeling the soul itself?
oh yes ‘soul’ – but not one…
…
