The Love…
Filling up completely
Then spilling over
Flowing, cascading
Torrential at times
Sometimes still
And then a gentle flow
From the bedrock of Being
The purity seeping in
The essence remaining
A loving, gentle glow
Though the physical may morph
The Love always is…
Flowing
Flowing
Flowing
As tears perchance
As laughter perhaps
As snippets of conversation recalled
As frames of pictures uncalled
As a favorite Diwali mithai
As handmade dresses in regular supply
As loving presence to continually multiply
As warm embraces unbounded
As video calls unplanned
As beliefs some unfounded
As discussions often ungrounded
As music and lyrics deciphered
As the gift of reading, (especially National Geographics!)
As curiosity to learn unfolding
As Love, in all its forms and expressions
Beyond thought, beyond impressions
Though the physical may morph
The Love always is…
Flowing
Flowing
Flowing
- A dedication to Mausi, 6 October, 2024
