All these years...

You stared at me from in between the words.

And yet, in all these years, 

I barely recognized you in any sentence... 

You ceased at every breath I ever took. 

And yet, in all these years, 

I hardly felt your presence... 

You stood quiet in between the beats of the music I loved to listen. 

And yet, in all these years, 

I was focused on humming just the tones, voiding your very essence...

You are the home in which every speck of matter in this Universe resides. 

And yet, in all these years, 

I ran after seemingly spectacular things looking for your absence... 

You are the spirit that fuels every cell in all life and otherwise.

And yet, in all these years, 

You hid so deep for me to grasp you behind all that material substance...

In all these years,

Space, pause, still, lull- you have been speaking in silence, dropping many hints. 

Now as I grow older,
I yearn for what the mystics could experience of your quintessence... 

Every morning, you flash in between the chirping birds and whispering leaves while the  wind blows. 

As soon as the clock roars setting the tune for a busy day, I begin to forget your existence...

But, with a little more persistence...

Amidst a cloud of thoughts, I have started sensing your momentary interludes. 

I wish I could hold you past the meditations with a little more consistence! 

PS:
A night at Marriott..

PS: A very good friend of mine did the translation of the above into Telugu.