Rumi’s Resurrection Poem by Bhanu Padmo

(“What a Miracle, You and I” – another perspective)

What a miracle, You and I
One the worldly beauty
The other heavenly beast
Each the lover and the beloved, it seems
You and I
In an irony of destiny
Stuck back to back
You and I
Like two faces of one and the same gold dinar
Seeking each other
But with no other option
Other than one ever missing the other
You and I
What a miracle, You and I.

Mirage I had heard of
But nothing like this one
Like chasing an image
Upon rear-view mirror
Each driving away,
Accelerator dipping
You and I
Only to deepen the ocean of separation
Only to listen to a grieving song raving
In the cold wind, so fierce
Blowing down the lane of lonely eternity.
Yet, each the lover and the beloved, it seems
You and I
What a miracle, You and I.

Forlorn hope, fleeting images
Illusion they paint, the residual reality
That’s for us, non else could avail
You and I
Across provenance of contrast
Across generations bereft by time
You and I
Across wedlock and libertine living
You and I
Across ghetto gruff gruesom
And shimmering metropolis,
Meticulously manicured
You and I
Across neural seduction
And infatuation neuronal
You and I
Across thin possibility
And opportunity importunate
You and I
Albeit illusion, reality it is.
That’s for us, none else could avail
That’s Rumi’s resurrection, we witness
You and I
What a miracle, You and I.