You
You
Invisible,
faceless you have been
still in me your voices can echo
and flash like a silver lining
and can churn the colours
of the rainbow
to bedeck my life to dazzle
like the morning star
and like an enchanter they
drive the ghost of ego
that like a vortex encircles me
even at the brightest hour
Unseen,
intangible though, but luminous you have been
I found you in the aureola of the brightest stars
that shine always- (be it day or night)
like the eyes of ember burning bright
and stay away from my diminished sight
and for me,
leaving the trails only to trace, perceive and think
Your presence in your absence
is mirrored here
when the Kashtandi push ups its milky face in an autumn morn
when dews like bits of diamonds glitter in the flippant sun
and smilingly tell
overwhelmingly this life's value to keep
that dangle like a drop on arum leaf
although mine has slowed like a turtle
after being caught amidst a herd of cattle
Or,
when the south wind dares
lift the roadside Oleander
with a gush of musk from its bare breast
still does it feel unrest
untill it carries that into the far off corner
crossing miles across hills and dales
to revive the morbid heart
that dangle like a shrunken bud
on the arid stem
in the hot afternoon sun.