Deepak Sawhney (10 Dec 50 / DehraDun, India)
Are You There?
Did I hear a knock on my soul’s door?
Could be mistaken, my hearing is not good anymore
Or was it just a tired wind which stopped by to rest
Blown away by the storm and was just catching its breath.
Did I see your shimmering shadow on the floor?
Could be, since my eyes and hearing are not good anymore
And if you did come, did you call out my name so softly?
Or play the harp on my hearts strings ever so gently.
That sweet caress with which you brushed my face with those lips
The way, you tugged at my heart with your gentle finger tips
Then why is it that I hesitate, of your presence am not sure?
Was it wishful prescience, an illusion… a thought conjured?
Graced by age that’s what happens when years pile on silently
It happens to all - as time creeps upon us relentlessly?
The dawn turns to dusk & the rainbow grey
Senses dulled - little realizing that
Your sweet music, touch & the caress had never gone away.
Ah! My failing senses, willful delusions had my perception obscured
There couldn’t have been a knock, since I had never shut the door.
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