Life, I muse, is like some of the old Hindi film songs I listen to.
I enjoy the music, the voice, the score
l close my eyes at its soft melody.
I know the meaning of a few words here and there, a refrain or two
A word, a phrase, a sentence - and the thread breaks - and yet somehow
I catch the drift, and watch it, like wine being poured into my cup.
Over the years, I learn a few more words
The song is more meaningful, though gaps of ignorance remain.
At this twilight, I listen, straining to look deeper
And smile to myself - I will never understand the song in full.
Blessed are those who know the language of life.
************** Balachandran V, Trivandrum 01.04.2012