In search of certainty
do you feel me when you feel me
the way I feel you
like gentle rains on the dry thirsty earth
that sizzles with joy at each drop
and liberates a humming scent
which explodes, expands and then swirls around
everywhere and all over
humming softly like a delicate bouquet of flowers
I feel, I float and fly
when you feel me
you fill my person, body, bones and being
everything, everywhere and all over
when you feel me
and my eyes search your eyes for answers
your bright darting reveal nothing, speak nothing
to quench my thirst to know
whether you feel me like I feel you
when you feel me
Do you fool me or
do I fool myself
like the fisherman casting his nets to catch a full moon
as it floats on the indifferent surface of a lake
like the optimist hurrying back from the village stream
a raffia palm basket filled with water balanced on a wet head
tell me – do you fool me as you feel me
or do I fill a time bound need?
Reflections 
Ah–is your love requited, or not? Does it quench a thirst, or make you want more? I am full of questions, and whatever the answer is, I will be delighted. Wonderful work, Noel.
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“love” is a journey. it can be a journey fraught with uncertainties. On a such a journey, the mind quests after certainties, even when some of those certainties can be painful. Better that pain now than be that person who is used to fill a time bound need.
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Exactly.
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