Like a musical time-piece
Set on a favorite tune,
You sing my name, when I am with you
Absent for a moment-always your
Chant enchants me to be with you
And putting aside all my work
I come to you running, breathless, bewildered,
Anticipating an unforeseen trouble,
But when I look at your quietude,
Amused I am and you-
Pull a chair for me to be seated beside
A distance that touches and tips me
To hear the silent radiance of your musings,
And I wait, and have been waiting
And looking at your face for a bloom.
But you on a distant Himalayan height-
Immersed in your thoughts in a dark
Deep cave of delight.
Bemused - I begin to tip-toe and go
Back to the calls of my daily chores,
Then you touch my arm with your smile
And make me sit again
Near you, you look at me but
Still your lips are locked
Like ancient portals locked for ages covered
With green-grey-growth-of 'grass of Time
Hiding unknown, untold treasure!
My mysterious meditating austere core!
Now your eyes begin to
Beam with silence soft
And suddenly I see the Sun beckoning us
Into the shadow of his vermillion-glow
That gleams through his jeweled-crown
And making an announcement
For the beautiful
The pleasant evenings of
Our each day.