Tongue Foreknown Yet Unknown
Heart pines for the soul that rises to speak in a tongue foreknown yet unknown, un-bred, untamed..
A soul found in itself, or in the gatherings of mortals..
But mortals speak in language divided,
Immortal fore-born incantations scattered beneath the burden of learnt dialects..
A magic waits to be reawakened from the holy waters of a newborn’s innocence,
It dwells not on mere designs, written and learnt expressions, tickles of defined sensations,
But to the poetry in man’s wonder, wide-eyed blended in whole and earthed in absolute to his virgin nature..
Pure as a child even as he rose on his limbs reaching for raw or ripened fruits he knew not of..
None knew the other; none knew the cause for existence, None pined for a mere sense of purpose..
None knew of the lands stretched afar, none knew of the seas that gulped the air below the land,
How did they sing aloud their soul’s agony? How did they free one lisp of emotion from other?
Just a touch, a tone that rose from the soul, Music to the forlorn ears..
Residing for the first time in the universe as though universe didn’t exist..
Feeling their existence in the breath of others,
And the language of eyes, of touch, of music in the sound of their chords,
The soul muttered incantations unlearnt yet felt and understood,
A closeness we moon for in depths of our hearts, but know not the diction,
The syllables that merge sprinkling in silent whispers dew from the heart’s breath, sink they might through the walls of our soul..
A musical connotation juggling through the atomic presence of life… flowing from the heart strings.. Escaping the parted lips of the unseen child…