Lovers – We Are

“The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was.

Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along.”

― Rumi, The Illuminated Rumi

All along… all through the teen crushes, through the short love stories, through the long ones,

Through the rains, through the dry winds, through the fog and through the mist,

Through the scorch of summers, through the gloom of winters,

All through fiction and though reality,

I was seeking you.

 

I was seeking the feeling that I feel with you.

This feeling where I am who I am, the feeling I know you want to come back to.

Where you are who you are, where there’s no pretence,

Where there are no accounts, of what’s given and what’s taken.

Where there are no favours, no returns.

Where I thrive, when you thrive,

 

 

Now that I have this feeling, I don’t know what else to seek.

I don’t know what else to feel,

It’s an empty feeling, a feeling where there’s no weight

A space where I float. Where nothing shocks me and I shock nothing.

Where there’s perfection, or where it doesn’t matter anymore.

It’s a feeling of constant bliss, or where there’s constant oblivion.

A feeling I could stay in forever, or atleast up unto my forever.

 

A feeling where there’s nothing around, yet there’s nothing amiss,

Where there’s a constant silence that hums,

The one experience, after which nothing else matters,

Being into it once will suffice for a whole lifetime of being without it.

The feeling which completes you and the feeling that tears you apart.

Where the illumination of white and the abyss of the black, both feel the same.

Where I don’t need to seek colours anymore and yet gold is the only light that falls on me.

 

Now I see you

Now I know you see me