Back to Square One

When my fingers stopped counting the beads...

You are there before me!

I find you

In my breathing 

In my heart

In each pore of my being,

Now heading towards my brain

Claiming it as your much acclaimed seat!!

O guest,

You are there always?

And i thought you have just arrived...

So you are not there in the beading, in the chantings.

As you claim?

How?

All my endeavours were useless...?

Is that it, O, tell me?

You are there with me always?

I have ran countless roads to reach you?

And as you are there now

Before me

You are telling

I am back to square one...

O simple existence,

I have taken such difficult and compliated waysto reach you!

Foolish of me?

Is that it?

Those endless roads

Those yearnings, those searches are for nothing.

I reached the spot

Where i have started.

It's just a circle.

But, no.

While going

I went empty handed

While coming back

I had got something 

In my closed hands.

I will open them now.

What is there, let me check.

Your signature?

A gift?

What?

Reached square one,

But this time

I am not altogether blind

Able to see a bit in the darkness

May be yet to develop the proper ability to interpret whatever i see.