Ask and it will be given to you
Seek and you shall find
It really does not work that way
Does it?
Ask she did.
She asked in no unclear terms.
She sought you, has she ever let you feel otherwise?
Although she was cautioned against it.
They said, "Keep the mystery alive!"
"It helps". But as helplessly as she was in love
(Or should I say hopelessly)
She did not care much about mysteries.
Then, she had always loved hopelessly.
Don't they all do?
That's the only way she knew.
With all that she had and beyond.
Didn't she tell you, "Don't ask me in the river!
I become a river myself and flow..
Without sparing a thought for the embankments"
She has always been very poor in measurements
Mathematics has never been her cup of tea!
She could never figure out which channel will hold how much,
What will overflow!
And she could not keep a tab when
the basin got filled with all that she kept bringing
From far away lands
And gave up when it could not take no more!
"But, I thought the depths are endless in you!"
She muttered in pain.
"I thought I can bring more ...
I thought it will help filling your emptiness...
There will always be more space for the river!"
But it really does not work that way...Does it?
Then they also say you do not seek love
Love is what comes naturally
You seek help.
But, she sought that too.
I have to agree she was never convincing.
She wrapped it carefully in her willingness to be patient
She offered to hear when she needed a patient hearing.
She tried to take refuge in peals of laughter.
Sadness was such an inconvenient reality!
She never fell short of finding small, little
even fleeting images of happiness to hide behind.
It is difficult to forget your years of learning
"You must keep your needs the last", they taught
It is difficult to make it inconvenient for others
It is almost impossible to say, "Save me! I need help!"
But, she did the impossible. Or so I thought.
She sought help in no unclear words.
But the words often got entangled in her patience
her colors, her chores, her non stop humming
her incessant chatter, her laughter...
And never reached you.
But help is something she really needed
I know, she needed someone to be patient enough
To remove layers of laughter to reach the depths of sadness.
But it really does not work that way...does it?
Seek and you shall find
It really does not work that way
Does it?
Ask she did.
She asked in no unclear terms.
She sought you, has she ever let you feel otherwise?
Although she was cautioned against it.
They said, "Keep the mystery alive!"
"It helps". But as helplessly as she was in love
(Or should I say hopelessly)
She did not care much about mysteries.
Then, she had always loved hopelessly.
Don't they all do?
That's the only way she knew.
With all that she had and beyond.
Didn't she tell you, "Don't ask me in the river!
I become a river myself and flow..
Without sparing a thought for the embankments"
She has always been very poor in measurements
Mathematics has never been her cup of tea!
She could never figure out which channel will hold how much,
What will overflow!
And she could not keep a tab when
the basin got filled with all that she kept bringing
From far away lands
And gave up when it could not take no more!
"But, I thought the depths are endless in you!"
She muttered in pain.
"I thought I can bring more ...
I thought it will help filling your emptiness...
There will always be more space for the river!"
But it really does not work that way...Does it?
Then they also say you do not seek love
Love is what comes naturally
You seek help.
But, she sought that too.
I have to agree she was never convincing.
She wrapped it carefully in her willingness to be patient
She offered to hear when she needed a patient hearing.
She tried to take refuge in peals of laughter.
Sadness was such an inconvenient reality!
She never fell short of finding small, little
even fleeting images of happiness to hide behind.
It is difficult to forget your years of learning
"You must keep your needs the last", they taught
It is difficult to make it inconvenient for others
It is almost impossible to say, "Save me! I need help!"
But, she did the impossible. Or so I thought.
She sought help in no unclear words.
But the words often got entangled in her patience
her colors, her chores, her non stop humming
her incessant chatter, her laughter...
And never reached you.
But help is something she really needed
I know, she needed someone to be patient enough
To remove layers of laughter to reach the depths of sadness.
But it really does not work that way...does it?
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