Across Lifetimes

Moments when I spot the light,

That yellow one,shining bright.

I am taken back into time,

See lanterns hanging in my sight.

A hut I see too,

People also a few.

I am there for sure,but not a concrete being.

Thus no identity recognized.

None required.

On other occasions,I feel the wind.

Bringing memories of a place I can’t remember.

But the oppression and the fear it carries,

Makes me a part of the scene.

Some days I see a courtroom,

A proceeding so familiar,

That I fear deception.

On others I see a prison.

A courtyard enveloped in darkness,

Some ideals still hanging on the walls,

Some heroism still peeping through the rails.

A temple too comes in flashes sometimes,

A faint chant,a faraway essence.

But the devotion in the air,

Seems to have flown across lifetimes,

The surrender across ages.

So,I seem to have fought wars,

Seen revolution,

Suffered and died.

Held on to some ideals,

Freed myself of others.

I seem to have been at Your terrace,

Moon light washing it white,

Some potted flowers blooming in the night.

The place I am reluctant to recognize,

But the breeze flew You nearer than now.

No concrete picture,

No preposterous recollections

No grand revelations.

Just a simmering bond, which pulls and lets go,

Rekindles the moments truly awake.

Shows an eternal existence,

An ancient quest.

Melts the concept of identity,

Makes a mockery of names.