Transcendence

There's a secret,
hidden in my memories,
A colloquy
with an old friend.

I asked him,
while on my journey to Knowing,
when did you last shed tears?
felt like your soul is
crying out for help ?

"Not more than a year ago,
When a friend went far away,
from our hands,
slipped away,
like the sand."

I asked him again,
When was the last time,
you felt the discomfort to breathe?
When you wished your lungs,
would stop the passage of air,
when you wished your heart,
would just not beat for a while,
when a raindrop, felt like a flood,
when a bitter word spoken,
resonated in your mind,
when a moment,
felt like eternity.


He said," yes.
Just yesterday, when I spoke to her,
She feigned ignorance,
I played along
and talked to her for a while."

So do you blame her?
he said, "No, I am responsible for my pain"
Do you like this distress?
"No, I love anything I feel with her."


So how did you get through?
"Love for me", he said,
"Is a feeling you have for someone,
without expecting anything in return.

I love her, I love my friend too,
I wished they were both with me,
But I don't stop living, without them,
I need this heart to beat,
I want to make a difference,
Can't let my time fly,
And find the purpose of my life,
I know , I am here for a reason,
I might not get everything I want,
But I have All that I need,
to proceed,
to stop this wound that bleeds,
to reach the epitome of content,
Only then, can I Sail in peace."