The Longing

I am talking to you from a distant land
i knew you even before i saw you
loving loving, time immemorial
It is part of your being, my voice
But it comes to you faintly because of distance
neverthless as sound as sound of love
I don't know, u may say
yes , iam talking to u as unknown
I can't hear you, u may say
iam talking to you but in silence
But somewhere you can still hear, and deep down your being u know
as I am no different from you , i was born to love you
I am that which has no beginning nor end by my being as you
as we never knew us before we were born , nor will know in the end
as we cease to exist at both poles
but love never ceases , for you or for me
if i were flowers , i would be beautiful only as garland on you
if i were beads of the mala , i would be energised by ur chants of love
where are you! who are you! mysterious indeed is this world