Stream of your being

The streams of your being
flows fast and furious
with so much noise that
you cannot even hear me
yet you smoothen my edges
as that of a pebble which
falls in gust of your flow
and settles deep down
in your invisible depths
as you roar from the high
mountains onto low plains
carrying with you water
giving life to thirsty earth

The wheel of yours that
turns fast to mold lives
has turned on me as well
I am no longer what I was
and am no longer me as well
am you from time  I met you
yet, I never realized this
until I tried to find you again
only to realize that I am you
that walks on this earth
in two different bodies
yet carries the same soul

The seeds that grow up
from fertile land of yours
are nothing but desires I
had carried of your presence
with me, in each every day
and each dark lonely night
in my eyes which await
your presence endlessly
by giving away their sleep
bartering them with wait
which never seems to end
here, in this life, on this earth.