That Thing We Want...

Another one in the series – “All Music is Only the Sound of His Laughter.”

Day and night begin, you tell me,

When the sun may choose to set or rise.

Well, it may be; but for me their changing

Is determined only by her eyes.

Summer, spring, the fruitless winter

Hinge, you say, upon the heavenly sun?

Oh, but I have known a yearlong winter!

Spring was by her careless smiles begun.

(Sri Aurobindo, Seasons)

Someone sent me two flowers – one in the day and one in the night. Or was it the same flower sent twice? How to tell?

Day and Night, Night and Day. Does the night precede the day? Or is it the other way round? Does it make any difference as long as the fire in the heart stays lit? 

Happiness and Sorrow, Union and Separation, Pleasure and Pain. Two that are in fact One, One that always comes with its Twin.  

Seasons change. Life goes on. Flowers wither. Remembrance of the fragrance remains. Memories fade. Emotions linger. Emotions too grow pale. Still something persists. Something faint…yet intense, something from the past…yet carrying a hope for tomorrow. What is it?

Maybe a little more of the fursat (leisure) in Gulzar-RD Burman style will help contemplate upon this some more:

What is it that the heart searches for?

(Photo credits: Suhas Mehra)

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