Image credits: Love everyone by Parvati Markus.
You come along
In the strangest ways of communication.
This intimacy is too personal to describe, share or relay.
It does not speak in words
And yet you know…… and I know
I beg for mukti
And you throw me apples of Prasad.
Atleast, I don’t have to be ashamed
Of my primal hungers
Which you quietly quench.
I sit there…all vacant and joy,
And you sit there and
We laugh!
I can’t seem to understand your love
And yet I feel it in the warm tears
That flow down my cheek
Or the warm fuzzy feeling
Of being tightly bear hugged.
“Do I have to do this or that?” I beg and ask again and again.
And all he says is Eat, serve..and love!
I seem to laugh and cry both at once
At this sweetest romance between us.
I am a hippie
And you are my lost destination!
Image credits: Love everyone by Parvati Markus.
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