SOMETHING I LOOK AT-329
BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY
You are alone,
so also I am,
But we are not lonely.
How can we be,
when we carry each other
deep inside—
like an unspoken presence that never fades.
Is there any better place
to keep one, except in one's heart?
We are unlike others, so also our love,
But it is no less—
in fact, much more,
more gratifying, more fulfilling
than a thousand mundane affairs.
I have never left you even for a minute.
In my deep sleep, I am with you;
in my dreams,
in my ups and downs, cheers and tears,
I am with you—
in my sun and shower, wherever you are.
Always yours, always with you,
forever—here and hereafter.
And yet, between love and life,
there lies a silent distance we endure.
When love and reality never go together,
the lovebirds suffer
for no fault of theirs.
When desires and weather do not coincide,
a pair of longing hearts
silently shed tears.
Circumstances and situations
may affect a relationship,
but love is beyond all these.
It is a feeling, a longing
which cannot be imprisoned under any condition,
and has the wings
to fly across oceans and mountains—
untouched, unbound, eternal.
Yes, love is like that—
it never exists beyond a feeling,
definitely not in any physical dimension.
It lives where words fail
and silence remembers.
And still—
we are alone,
yet never lonely.
Smruti Ranjan Mohanty©
India
16.3.2024
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