One day I stopped looking for you,
I was too tired of reading the great books
The quotes of the mighty sages
The poems of the prophets, and
And commentaries of the wise
I was tired of living the good and the bad
Wishing I would meet you in a lover’s eyes
The accolades from the prestigious schools
A respected career, in the service to your people
In daily living, in giving back and paying forward
I stood there exasperated
I better not look for hope or purpose
No, not in this stage called ‘life’
I better not look for you
Or for ‘’me’’ or a ‘’me in you’’
I looked across the empty hall,
The dismal weather outside,
But then and there
Something clicked, something ticked,
A clock that never told the time.
In an insignificant corner of my soul
In a known unknown side,
I found you sipping cinnamon tea,
You poured another cup for me,
And beckoned I come and sit with thee.
I sat there with you, sipping that perfect cup of tea,
The twin rainbows appearing in the sky
The shades of amber, and light drizzling outside
when you and I gazed out of those French windows,
The white curtains in the soft breeze, of the evening tide.
Then there was a deafening silence, the loud quietness,
I have found you, the moment I stopped looking for you,
The stillness has spoken!