in this nearly empty train
i sit by the window thinking of you
every minute that passes
takes me farther away
and yet
I’m joyous
for i can feel
the waves of your love
washing over me.
You, my love,
are the smile that refuses to leave my lips
others look, wondering why
only I know .
you are the strumming within my chest
that never ceases
yours is the memory
that never leaves.
i smile
even as a solitary teardrop
rolls down my cheek
and falls on the cool surface
a compound of pain with pleasure.
i’m conflicted
yet at peace
sorrowful
yet happy.
and isn’t this
what love is about,
what it has always been.
- Vijayalakshmi Harish
   25.12.2012
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