Maps

“The poetry of the earth is never dead.”

John Keats

When the eyes forget roads we've already walked on, 
ask the heart, for it knows it all.
When the night comes down to us, 
when the town's lit,
search for me out of your favorite window. 
No, you won't find me there, honey;
But, know this: I am in the dark alleys of the city, 
places no one has ever cared to visit,
somewhere beneath the Universe and somehow in it;
looking at the night sky,
thinking of you,
waiting for some music of yours to touch the dry ears of mine. 
When you can't find me, search for me at the convergence point,
where we diverged. 
I never departed. Neither did you. 
But, if you see our lives to be straight lines, oh dear, 
how do you think we can meet again? 
Oh, but I know enough to know, we will. 
You've searched for me in the skies you've looked at;
You've searched for me in the darkness of your lover's eyes;
You've searched for me in the grass you spent your winter mornings on;
You've searched for me in the eyes that searched for me in yours.
you've searched for me in the rain, 
drenched in a million different water drops, destined to the same earth. 
You've searched for me in the ink pots and quills, 
You've searched for me in raven hair locks;
And you've searched for me in horizons and sunshine;
waves and snowfall.
you've searched for me in the shades of love, in the shades of longing;
in the shades of blue and in the hues of red. 
And you've searched for me in warm homes and cold storms! 
And yet, here you are! 
Don't look around, look within, here!
right where you'd met me the last time we spoke!
And then you realize, what I always knew. 
That I never left,
neither did you.
And I know, you've searched for me,
in the sweet perfume of your Mother, thinking I am a fragrance.
Oh, I am. 
I am, but yours.  

~Rachita Panda
Carpe Diem!