By Now

Like branches of river, we split in two, 
and I flow a long way to meet you.
Carrying water to same pond below, 
for pastures and meadow that grow.
We will be meeting somehow, 
but this is all we have by now.
I fly with you in the clouds, 
and I walk beside you in crowds.
I stand with you under the sun, 
staring at shadows that combine in one.
I should wait for long, but how?
Haven’t you known me by now?

I hear that sound, your heart beating, 
the fear of your worries repeating.
I’m the joy that follow your pensive mood, 
and eloquence of silence in your solitude.
You see me, I am vague though, 
and the fraction you feel by now.

Come and stay with me for the night, 
hold me and tell me all that you like. 
And sit with me under this oak, 
till morning wrapped in single cloak.
Head on your lap, your locks on my brow, 
certainly fallen into precipice by now.


Baleshwar Singh