The Beloved One

Can't fit into "sane",
"sanity" being a constricted space,
Not insane, but fail to hide,
as they fail to see my inner vibe.

how long will this continue?
i pass through a tunnel-lights toO dim,
barren hopes die...
but i still look for him.

LONG TIME back,
when i was through,
eyes closed in hope
to see the unseen,
Alas! when it showed, i clung to the seen...
What a pity!

Beloved died when I was four
i never feel my love's no more...
but, if I go mad,
who'd be my cure?

is "love" the right word?
though use it i must!
knowing not any other...
But i also love flowers,showers, pretty girls and my mother...

but no one knows
nor understands
what it "is" between the beloved and me-
my heart burns, desperately yearns
to sit at his feet and just let it be...

Never have my eyes seen
nor have my ears ever heard
such "beauty",
and i can't "love" anyone

i LOVE my beloved
He occupies my head, and my heart
marks my end and my start
aha!!

they say he died when i was four,
but without him i'd be no more
for i see nothing, nothing so pure,
now what will make me cry?
On his lap I could blissfully die!