Fulfilment
G. S. Rastogi
I was dozing in my armchair.
A gust of wind entered the window
And there thou wert in all thy
loveliness.
Atremble with joy, I took
Thy face in my hands
And gazed and gazed as thy visage.
In all innocence you asked me,
“What are you gazing at?”
With a pause, I slowly answered:
“No-thing.”
That moment is etched in my memory.
Going down the memory lane,
The scene stands out vividly.
I pause to reflect:
“What was I gazing at?
What was I seeking in those eyes and
face?”
The question renders me speechless.
What on earth can one see there?
What does a river see
When approaching a sea?
Save merger, loss of self and vaccum.
Its when you come down
From your exalted state
That you realise
The richness of the moment
I remember
How it filled my being with a
fragrance.
There was no desire left,
Only fulfilment.