He was one of those state that I hated ,
The one who is there but when you try to look for him , he is gone ,- whoos , in the air .
He won't come in your hands , but will keep still to caress you , make you utterly vulnerable , he is there , watching you ,
Sometimes he is like the makintosh , you wear it like a cloth but it serves a different purpose , it protects you from every drop of water , but reminds you that it is the sipping coldness that is everlasting.
He is like the coldness and the warm coffee , one makes you crawl to your lonely , old , only bed and the other gives the taste of wakefulness , in the stormy night , you read ,and the sips of coffee reads your lips .
He is like the wall of bricks that hits you hard , you think you can push him .
But he was then never infront of me , never been mine to push away .
He is like the state of sublimation which turn solid to the nothingness .
He is the air in my lungs ,
He is like the wild stares of stranger which loved me then never came to me like the stars .
What he did can't be explained only felt ,
I can be certified as the crazy , for feeling but never seeing my love , my yearning for him .
Then you too can feel the God sitting in the "garbhgrah" only but never see him , you still believe in him .....
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Garbhgrah - It is that part of a temple where the God's statue is kept , and it is drak , there is no light ,
So , you see God through your soul's eyes .
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