Remembering Baba in His Chamber-my soul!
I longed to get in touch with you, but you never said a ‘hi’. I longed to get you at your desk and thought you’d ask me why. I thought ‘d be busy somewhere. Yet I thought I’d wait. I tapped the keyboard late at night and longed to know my fate. Many a times it rested on me; the thought that I was a fool, to have floundered day in and out and never could keep my cool. The mighty touch of the silver screen sometimes did melt my wax, the earthly beams of the solitary lot I sought my soul to relax. Hours of stress would’ve suffered your cause to bid me hear your call. Domestic chores saved me sometimes And prayers did save my fall. If that be the way to beckon my soul has Destiny dear portend, restlessness then, I order to reason and make meditation a trend. I thought a while, a way ahead ‘If this be love, was it true? Is it just a whim of age Or is it self-construed?’ For if my love for you were so- A bridge, no wall at sides, Time when there be only m