An Indian Civilizational Perspective

Your Presence

It has been 15 years since I last saw you. Heard your name on the street today. It wasn’t you. Didn’t see who it was. But I felt you. I experienced the warmth of your presence just as it was when you were there when that name was called. Were you there when you were with me or are you there when I can still feel you?

Does your presence have to necessarily depend on you? You are as imagined a companion today as you were then. Just that I never knew that.

Sometimes we love our imagination.. never can we love without distance. Love is just that – a baggage. A past movie playing itself over and over again… the actor is not performing every time – we know that – just the action has been arrested and played back. It doesn’t mean much. It didn’t mean even when the actors acted the part. It was someone playing a make believe role which wasn’t.

So, what is Love? And it is not?

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4 Comments
  1. Anonymous says

    He comes to know
    When she read in her mind
    He comes to know whilst her eyes catch a sight
    He even comes to know when her heart rise by a beat
    As if cause and effects run side by side
    As if mother breast start milking on cry of a child
    What do I say to my astonishment?
    They live in interval of breath
    Time less
    No distance between them
    Space less
    No communications speech less
    As if moon strolling in night sky
    Aroma from spice makes their presence felt

  2. Desh says

    Nice poem! 🙂

    When you see a horse chariot it seems the horse is running the chariot.. but if you see closely, the chariot rider is running the horse, which runs the chariot.

    SO, who runs whom?

  3. Anonymous says

    He comes to know
    When she read in her mind
    He comes to know whilst her eyes catch a sight
    He even comes to know when her heart rise by a beat
    As if cause and effects run side by side
    As if mother breast start milking on cry of a child
    What do I say to my astonishment?
    They live in interval of breath
    Time less
    No distance between them
    Space less
    No communications speech less
    As if moon strolling in night sky
    Aroma from spice makes their presence felt

  4. Desh says

    Nice poem! 🙂

    When you see a horse chariot it seems the horse is running the chariot.. but if you see closely, the chariot rider is running the horse, which runs the chariot.

    SO, who runs whom?

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