My Lord,
At last,
You've come to reign,
every nook -
of my mind's domain!
At Your abode
I find
the mind
in twain.
Not wanting to go,
nor able to stay!
You've kept me far -
too far to reach,
Yet distance has its' charm!
Like silence shrouding every noise,
Distance draws You dear to me;
and silence has its' telling tale.
Vibrant - with its noiseless words,
- Gushing out of a smothered soul -
"At last - I've got a goal" - !
- to reach myself
- to You - within
- as much as I can Reach!
(By : Dr Vasantha Nair, Blossoming Love)
