Brilliance of brightness, dullness of darkness, shades of shadows, treachery of treacherous, and loyalty of the lover, in each and every part of nature, in each and every page of story, in each and every era, it's you. Motion of winds, softness of clouds, violent volcanic eruptions in distant isolated islands, and in the coldest rainy winter nights, it’s you. As nice as anyone could be, as venomous as anything could be, it’s you. Someone to be with is you; someone to stay away from is you. The one to love is you; the one to hate is you. It’s you!
The worst of worst, the best of best, it's you. My rise, my fall, my destruction, my construction, my annihilation, my reincarnation, my nothing, and my everything is you. Curtains upon curtains and I can still see you. From behind the screens, from behind the skins, from behind the burden of brain, and from behind the minute details of thought perceptions, it’s you.
Millions of roses blossom in my heart, for you. Millions of prickles cut through my fingers, for you. From the heat of separation to the strongest bonds which unite us, it’s you. My thoughts which shape in the form of writing are for you. Those feelings which refuse to be shared are for you. As my eyes seek your Existence, the unquenchable thirst keeps on increasing. From the loudest cravings in the horde of people to the unheard and unnoticed whispers, it’s you.
The dimness of diminishing candle, the reflection of silver moon light, the darkness of deepest trenches, the colors of world's combined oceans, the distance between vast dark spaces, and someone as close as my soul is attached to me, it’s you.
Continuous, careless, inadvertent, deliberate, unprecedented, extremely painful, extremely peaceful, and an utmost autonomous ‘true and pure love’ runs through my conscience as blood runs through my entire body.
My beginning, my end, my first memory, my last thought, my long survival, and my final breath, it’s you. Amongst all the addictions of this world, you are the most notorious one. Amongst all the sources of comfort, you are the most comforting. The roots of all paradoxical circumstances and situations of pain and pleasure leads to you.
The selfless existence surrounds and protects all the dreams of you. From deep inside the ocean of memories, I can still recall the fading reflection of yours. From irregular often suffocating breathing to continuous chain of unbreakable thought patterns, it’s you.
In lack of expression, in tons and tons of words, in broken heart, in strength of mind, in the reality of existence, and in the constant decaying of my body, it’s you. Bit by bit, as I continue to melt in the intense fire of love, the extreme heat too feels so cold. Slowly and slowly, the nature starts listening to me. And as I merge in it, there generates synchronous energy which passes by you, reaches you, closer and closer, and whispers, “It’s you!”
