Tell me Serena...
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In such moments… the need for a life… a fixed name fixed place.. begins to fade...
By Suresh Nautiyal 'Greenananda' in Unchir, Pauri Garhwal, Uttarakhand
And when the noise of roads
the fatigue of concrete
and the restless hunger of cities
close in
I turn inward
And suddenly
there are faces
not many
but one
becoming many
faces from Italy
faces from everywhere
A slow humanity
moving without haste
through your Rome and Venice
through lanes that do not rush
through squares that still remember
how to breathe
how the breath held in the quiet grace
of what time has not yet erased
Tell me Serena
my beloved
is this not the same presence
that moves through us both
not India not Italy
but something
that looks through every face
and calls it home
In such moments
the need for a life
a fixed name
a fixed place
begins to fade
I wish only
to learn the language of the heart
not spoken
not written
but lived
flowing silently
between your Venice
and my Doon
And as you sit
by the Tiber
tracing thoughts
that the river gently erases
Know this
I too
am writing nothing
on the waters of Ganga
And in that nothingness
we meet
Dear Serena...
Editor’s Note: This is the third and concluding part of the series: Ode to Serena.
Please also see:
My dear Serena
I do not travel I arrive through you
Suresh Nautiyal is Contributing Editor, independentink.in