December 30, 2009


O lord! If thou art really the lord
Then strike my heart’s deepest chord.

The soul should whirl in ecstasy
The heart even ahead of fantasy.

I see what people fear to think
Even in the deepest corner of their heart.
My eye sees and that too without a blink
Hitting the truth like a dart.

How can I tell you what I see?
How can you hear the words?
My words are in my own tongue.
I see nothingness, hear nothingness
And feel the completeness that seems
Lulled by stirs of emptiness.

The truth that hurts, the truth that frees
The truth that makes a baby glee.
The truth that needs no explanation
The truth that I want to be.

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