Further I went,
farther you seemed
from my reach.
Chasing your impressions
on the beach,
bench in the park
or the empty corners
in my library –
I could (not) see;
I wasn’t seeing
at all!
And you,
like that ‘missing’ thing
in every artist’s effort,
remained true, steadfast,
unwavering and patient
by my side,
in every stride
I took
chasing you
(lunacy)
and only you,
(ecstasy)
.
Alok Mishra
October 6, 2022
2:39 AM