Monday, October 06, 2014

Fantasy




How can I keep my soul in me,
so that it doesn't touch your soul?
How can I raise it high enough,
past you, to other things?
I would like to shelter it,
among remote lost objects,
in some dark and silent place
that doesn't resonate when your depths resound.
Yet everything that touches us, me and you,
takes us together like a violin's bow,
which draws *one* voice out of two separate strings.
Upon what instrument are we two spanned?
And what musician holds us in his hand?
Oh sweetest song.
 - Rilke

4 comments:

Ruchi said...

So faraway, so beautiful!

Ink said...

Thanks Ruchi! How are you? We must catch up when I am in Delhi next :-)

Shilpa said...

This is lovely!

Saloni said...

Beautiful!