The Call

This is a tribute to all those who search for their twin-self..

O fair maiden,
pardon this seeker’s yearning;
in search of his beloved.
Tis’ merely the call of his throbbing heart,
to share what brims over its edges.
Pay heed, for he calls in return
to the name your voice whispers in the dark.

Heed his call-
oh traveller, crossing the bridge to his heart,
do reminiscences of lifetimes of yore,
do the tears of joy, of sorrow, of love, of loss,
still stand resilient on shores of your memory
long washed by the waters of time?

The intensity of his longing,
the pain of separation from this other half,
eons old, no older; he remembers, he forgets,
he remembers again, yet to forget once more..

Remember what, remember what,
Remember whom, remember when,
he beseeches the murmuring shadow;
Pray who tugs the fibres of my soul,
in lightest light of full moons so bright.
Who stirs me from my nocturnal slumber ever deep?
Who art thou, one I have never known
Yet why do I know you from some forgotten place forlorn?
How can this be, who are you? Where are you? He seeks.

Ah but how can he ignore the beat of your own heart,
oh lover in spirit,
when it’s call overwhelms him;
How can he ignore the magnetic pull of your own soul,
when the goal of his longing rests in the warmth of your bosom?
how can he ignore the bugle calls of your own yearning,
to face his deepest fears and to seek you?
How can he love another with such depth again,
and shatter the armour regimented with sands of time?
ah how his ego dies each day…

“I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, in numberless times,
in life after life, forever” said Tagore.
May such memory only surface when deep longing is reciprocated,
for the pain of unrequited love is far too much to bear.
He found one, to whom the floodgates of his soul split open,
infinite streams of his love tore apart those barriers
self-imposed in fear, built in pain, encrusted in the ego of self-protection.

Yet this pain makes him smile, for it bears gifts unseen.
What manner of madness is this? You may ask.
But the pain of separation brings forth past moments of similar pain.
Oh how wrenching that separation of the soul,
one became two and the two pushed far, oh so far apart.
so long ago, a different time, a different place.
Her call is clearer now
He thought he found her but her soul lies elsewhere, another form.
He seeks her again, evermore.

The hearth still cold, he stokes the buring coals of his heart,
it's sparks travel across the universe
to the furtherest shores of creation, to her. She feels it. She knows.
He is content for her knowing fills him whole
His heart opens now.
And though he searches
for a reflection of his love, the one without a second,
He rejoices as he swims in the waters of hope and faith again,
towards her, naked and light
under the silverish glow
of that beloved moonlit night.
He is whole, he is with her,
he is free in eternal delight.