Paradoxes in Love

Loving your Sadguru is a strange affair. Actually, 'love' itself is quite strange, isn't it? Think about it. 

It feels real and surreal at the same time. It feels most natural, familiar, almost obvious, but it constantly astounds you. It's excites you and yet brings a calm unshakable stillness to anyone who experiences it. It has the longest memory in your heart but makes you forget yourself. It makes you feel like a feather floating in the air and yet is the most grounding experience of all. It makes you the most fragile but also gives you the strength to do almost anything. It feels so dramatic and yet brings you the deepest kind of peace. It invades all but feels most liberating. You feel blinded by it, yet it brings you unparalleled clarity. It's never enough and yet it is most fulfilling! 

I Love you my Sadguru, my daddylu! Hmm, or is it Love that I love? It doesn't matter! In my case, they are one and the same! 

Is it only me or does everyone feel this way I wonder. Or am I crazy? Do let me know, because right now, in love, I feel the sanest of all! 

I wish...

My beloved Sadguru, you gave me everything I would ever need and yet I too like everyone else wish endlessly.

I wish to be a petal at your feet,
to be the whiff of coffee that lingers about you,
to be the lighter that you toy with at times,
Or that simple cloth on your shoulder.

I wish to be the elegancy in your steps,
to be the humour in your jokes,
to be the joy in your laughter,
Or the occasional sigh in your day.

I wish to be the sound of your heartbeat,
to be the depth in your voice,
to be the twinkle in your eyes,
Or the curve of your thumb as you put udi to my forehead.

I wish to be that mysterious glow around you,
to be the sweetness in your smile,
to be the gentle rhythm of your breath as you sleep,
Or the silence between your words.

I wish to be the harmony in your heart,
to be the stillness in your soul,
to be something, anything… everything that makes you YOU!

If...

If flowing water had a colour, it would be that of your mind. 
If budding love had a fragrance, it would be that of your presence.
If silence had a depth, it would drown in your eyes. 
If music had a voice, it would have the notes of your laughter. 
If thrill had a taste, it would have the taste of your company.
If love had a language, it would speak the story of your life.