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- His Highness-in-meditation-deep! 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 Beginning of The pleasant evenings of Our each day.
