A feeling disguised that sustain in heart abyss.
No one can touch nor can see, no one can encage nor can free.
A sense that can be ecstatic and times eerie.
A rhythm divine and simple but herculean
to unravel its secrecy. Like a string they bind
beads of relationship With the pearl Of love Of separation
and eternal Oneness. They make a famished
mother cry for her dear child amidst all opulences.
Memories linger on and on which haunts the halcyon
days of joy and bliss and nostalgic souls
cry for the patimes that they miss.
Drenched in these ecstatic feelings
Lovers swear to be one and restless they shed
oceans of tear at time of separation.
Sometimes they replete soul happy and gay and
sometimes they cause them dismay.
Presence of which makes life beautiful and
as beautiful it can be. It bring
love, care and empathy when clad
For that is the dichotomy between living and dead.
