In liberating silence of night,
and comfort of all embracing darkness-
when man becomes free from the bounds of his senses
and truth of his being,
my heartbeat takes the rhythm of sound of your name,
and my thoughts dance with memories of our past.
Memories, which are like a amorphous dream now-
only sunshine, fragrance, and sweet sound of your voice;
all sensations as fresh as feelings evoked only a moment ago,
all facts behind them as blurred as a pebble lost in the sea long ago.
You are my most distilled memory:
All sensations, no facts- like a fantasy.
-Pulastya
and comfort of all embracing darkness-
when man becomes free from the bounds of his senses
and truth of his being,
my heartbeat takes the rhythm of sound of your name,
and my thoughts dance with memories of our past.
Memories, which are like a amorphous dream now-
only sunshine, fragrance, and sweet sound of your voice;
all sensations as fresh as feelings evoked only a moment ago,
all facts behind them as blurred as a pebble lost in the sea long ago.
You are my most distilled memory:
All sensations, no facts- like a fantasy.
-Pulastya
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