small yearnings accompany a curious mind
in the throwaway hours of a less than ordinary life
like the time I had my nose in a book
in the twilight, starless and dusty,
and uncomfortably warm
when I learned of the perpetual hums of the river:
the meaning of life
then when I sung that song to you
- the hum of a river, the resounding Om -
you held me from behind
and felt my cheeks for tears
for me, joy is simply knowing
for you, it is knowing my pain
understand
my hymns are of you, of each of you
but growing pains are mine
to feel,
for you
to remember (ponder)
before I bury my nose in another story
~2021
Barkat.S 