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Oct 2015
You are the  invisible canvas on which I am a painting indelible,
every minute you reflect in this mirror, my thirsting soul,
history of this love immortal,  begins beyond the portals of time,
but my love, for ages, I've been searching relentlessly for you since.

What do I call this love, that consumes my every life,remains anew!
in wake, sleep and in the realm of dream, I feel your sublime presence,
my heart, filled with wonder, but at times  slips in to a haze of despair,
then your presence becomes  palpable as wind, rain or purple sunshine.

There isn't anything perfect,than this  love, chants the Milkyway
invisible you are, but never ever, for a moment your presence is not felt
isn't it your mantra  of love immortal, my heartbeats repeat?
*You are perfect,  that glory I too reflect; I am within your embrace.
*"Poornamada, poornamidam, poornal poornamudachyathe.."
"That (the ultimate)is infinite, this (each being)is infinite; from infinite emerges the  infinite..."  opening Shanti (peace)mantra of Bhehadaranyaka Upanishad..
K Balachandran
Written by
K Balachandran  Kerala, India
(Kerala, India)   
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