Wednesday, January 04, 2017
You are my other that helped me to grow, to learn more about life and even about my own self. You might be a person, an event or a book that has left an imprint on my soul.
You are my first love, this entanglement with melodies, the way my soul lifts up in the Hosannah or feels happy with the Magnificat or bursts out in a raga with the rains.
You are my ever existing dream of weaving together dreams, words and melodies into a book of poetry worthy enough to be engraved in a beautiful script and to be set before your appreciative eyes.
You could also be my love, the one that never found its way to express itself yet reaches out to you in words, gestures and memories wherever you are.
You are a lesson, a mistake, may be a chapter that I cannot forget, a memory that I cannot erase despite of all the bitter strife of these years.
You have taught me how to be, how to love yet not to lose myself and the lessons are not bad as you can see for yourself.
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