In my reflections,
Across the mirror,
That I often imagine in mind,
While auditing actions in my life,
I have these strange diversions,
A fleeting happiness,
That touches and goes,
Summoning pleasures hitherto unknown,
A fleeting scare,
Of losing it to Universe,
All this amid a permanence, called
The equanimity of rest of life,
There are moments when I think,
Why did you come? Or
How could it happen?
Then
Moments when I wish,
It was all a dream,
Moments come and go like a tidal wave,
Rising within or subsiding without,
Till we meet,
And melt into each other,
Leaving behind all darkness and doubts,
You and I wither,
Maybe it will be a great love,
Or the greatest sorrow of this life,
But this I am certain,
These are moments I was living for,
Hoping in my hopes,
Dreaming in my dreams,
For something as beautiful and pure as morning dew,
You....
