I sat besides you
to see
a similitude of hearts,
trying to match lines
of my right palm
with the lines
of your left palm.
For I always heard
resemblance floats
in HIS right hand
with HER left hand.
A search of love!
-ridiculous search
-foolish mind
-ludicrous hope
-unbelievable truth
but
- sprightliness of heart!
My trial to finish an agreement
between my soul and my body!
I wonder
Why can’t I know my love from
his enlightened eyes
his playful touch
his soft hairs
his tranquil kiss
or his halcyon hug!
Why?
I wonder
about these dead lines,
carrying my love, my soul!
I hallowed my prayers,
in front of deity, my God.
Unknowingly to see one day,
some ‘identity’ ‘resemblance’!
electricity fierced my body,
some unseen darkness,
‘pralay’ took earth below my feet!
Are ‘YOU’ my soulmate,
How can I see my left lines
on this deity’s right hand?
Search is still continuing…….
not for ‘YOU’
but for the painter
who painted ‘YOU’,
painting your left hand
exactly like my right hand!
I wonder and I am still wondering…….
Who are you, my painter, my love, my soulmate?
That was a helluva imgination.
On a serious note ; The soul mates are not those who match to your palm lines but they are the one who match your dreams,lives,pains and happiness !!
Well do they exist ? That’s a debatable thing.
Neilina – Yeah and may be soul mates are more than that, beyond our imagination. They do exist, I believe. It also depends on how each person interprets the soulmates. For some, simple one word is enough and may be for others sky is only the limit!
well I thought the poem was figurative..and I liked that aspect of it totally…somewhere the lines of thoughts, dreams passion and love..does fall into “my” as well as “her” hands and the fact they compliment so well through matching patterns..nice poem Neilina..something that got me thinking.
Neilina – Hey, Thanks very much Rambler. I am glad that you liked the poem.
Well I think the poem says it all…
What keeps us from nirvana is this relentless search for worldly pleasures…man keeps wondering all his life in pursuit of nothing… HE gives us a hint once in a while saying “come to me my child I am where your search ends” but man refuses to take the hint…
the poet uses the word “Search is still continuing” depicting the foolishness that each one of us has shown at one or the other point in our lives… we ignored the hint Lord gave us and the shallowness of our souls kept becoming darker”
Neilina – Hey Riti, I liked the way you interpreted the poem. Thanks!
But there was somewhat different vibration in my heart when I wrote it.