A soul that simply refuses to rest,
Inspite of attempts at Divine quest,
Blocking superficial identities in all its streams,
A phyrric victory?
So it seems!
Not knowing if you are in a languished spot,
Or the bright side of a sunny lot,
I sometimes just wish you look inside,
And see I never quite left your side!
The Universe is generally kind,
With a truck load of its stark warning signs -
And yet I just simply took,
The foundation for what it seemed and looked!
Mistakes are aplenty,
Be sure - there's no dearth of it.
Recognition isn't redemption,
A reminder - with its own hook.
I never meant to pen these lines,
Closer to Valentine time,
If you happen to read this anytime,
Just do realize - you are still missed big time.
