Experiences, moments, feelings, expressions, emotions…their
identity is not complete without you, their existence is not meaningful if not
for you!
When I discovered you and depth of your power, your
existence, I actually discovered myself through you. If not for you, world
would have been just a space bounded with speechless lives struggling to device
their purpose.
You don’t judge, you don’t demand. You don’t expect
anything, you accept everything. You are at times so simple yet with so much
depth. Sometimes you are too complicated but with simplest meaning to convey.
You paint the reality and equally depict the fantasy.
I came to you just like anybody else; we met just as it’s
supposed to be in the course of everyone’s life. But now, the more I know you, more you become that very
centre in my life, about which everything revolves. Never realized when you
became this integral part of me.
You express me so much better than what I could have ever
done. You depict my emotions, sometimes
even the ones, which are unknown to me. You become the way I want you to be.
You give purpose to my wandering dreams, integrity to my thoughts and sense to my
heart. Devoid of grace was this soul so far, you gave the way to salvation.
In those crowded streets or at animated discussions with
people around, on the cool breezy lone evenings or in the dreamy nights, when
on cloud 9 or at the bottom of the dejected pit of mine, I know for sure, if
not anybody, you are always there for me. My destiny is tied to you. In the
path of life ahead, you are the fellow traveler, you are the destination and
only you are the driving force. No
matter where I go, what I do in life, whether I mange big fat salary job and
become a big shot person or I just lead a social life of normal human; I know
you and your presence will make a difference. You will bring my lost soul to
senses, my heart will try to drift away but you will always get it back on way.
It’s YOU, I owe my life to, my very passion and the essence
of my presence on this cosmic platform. After me, it’s you, who will keep my
existence alive through you.
This is neither a eulogy I am offering nor an
acknowledgement. I can’t offer you something, which, incepts from you, which is
already yours. I am just offering
selfish ME indebt to YOUR selfless presence.
Biggest irony here is any offering I make to you; I have to
make it through you.
How cam I possibly write, express, feel anything without YOU
, O’ dear WORDS
My dear words, I
am truly, deeply and by all complete sense …yours.
