Listen

Of the battles in my head,

Of songs that stretch time,

Of the thoughts that never left

Listen to me, will you?

For you are not family,

an enemy or a friend, but a wholeness.

You are both, the man or the woman.

Yes, you exist.

Of the day light rants,

Of the dreams of thrill,

Of the sleepless nights under vigil

Listen to me, will you?

For you are not the Spring or Winter,

Fireplaces or the beach banter.

You are both, the lover and the stranger.

Yes, you exist.

Of the waterfall inside me,

Of the trapped angst,

Of my depths: shallow and hollow,

Listen to me, will you?

For you are not the young or the old,

A youthful joy therapy or the wise mentor.

You are both, the age and the ageing.

Yes, you exist.

Of the happy summons,

Of the wet monsoon shoes,

Of the movie lines on loop.

Listen to me, will you?

For there is a happy too

And not only contemplation.

Tales of old games and silly arbitration.

For you are both, the light and the shade:

Distant, spread and present,

Making way towards our acquaintance.

Impatient I await our audience,

In a world that speaks more and listens less.

I will empty my cup in you,

As you empty yours in me or someone else.
For it is finding comfort; not necessity.

Listen to me, will you?

Because we exist.