Holding onto the same string we all start, vibrating in sync with the tune of cosmos,
a beautiful dance of ecstacy, all naive with joyful hearts,
Love is the only truth when we're born,
Why then, mere prabhu ram, I asked, strings entangle into themselves, wise men lost amongst millions of knots, an eternal paradox.
Beckoning us to start another day, the clock was ticking, inviting us into a chaos of strings,
like every morning, softly she caressed my forehead, oh, I thought, was it just a dream ?
A streak of gray hair, wisdom in her eyes, an ethereal voice, a sip of warm water, sunshine by the corner, simple, beautiful, my life partner.
Through the thick and thin, you've been by my side,
more than myself, you've believed I can fly.
Holding your hand, gazing at the stars, millions of knots in the fabric of cosmos, all brilliant, all alive,
all entanglements are but magical, look how they shine.
