It is the part of the search,
For everyone,
Both inside and outside,
To balance the cause and circumstance,
To know that,
All around us is the endless language of love,
Before we ever forget..
We often ask ourselves,
How does it fit?
and what might be missing?
But it is as perfect as perfect could be,
When you ask the ones,
That are torn inside..
When you touch,
They put up their walls,
When you separate,
The wills dissolve,
Isolation is not the answer,
Neither the gregarious nature of our being,
I am a puzzle,
And so are you,
All parts of the whole,
That our creator meant us to be..
Neither the west nor the east,
Can create the whole man,
We are forever juxtaposed,
In between two eternities,
Searching for flesh,
When not content with love,
Searching for love,
When not content with flesh,
Our desires create an illusion,
Bigger than itself..
In a matter of life and death,
What matters is the in between,
Because there is much to be done,
There is much to be seen..
Figures clothed in many colors,
But we will always strive to become one,
When all that is found cannot satisfy,
We search for all that is lost,
And a thing of beauty is never gone,
But found in different hearts,
At different times..
We do not how or when,
Of who finds whom,
In this great escape,
The body a vessel for the soul,
Is eternity the ultimate goal?
We must keep going,
Experience is god,
Belief in the power of hope,
Is closest to us,
Shall always be,
And that is my ode to the human Spirit..
A poem composed by me while traveling through some of the most picturesque landscapes in the midwest.
– Atiyo Banerjee
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