Krishan Bharadwaj Vurakaranam
In between the two hands,
holding both the finite and the infinite.
I walked with a baby chuckle,
struggling to meet steps,
eager to hold the Life I see.
I tried to dance in unity
through all the seasons,
exhausted and elated,
to dissolve in the harmony I need.
I looked into those near, sometimes even into the coffin—
or into faraway stars, trying to acknowledge
All the Multitudes in me.
It grew with me—
from the first cry to the last glance,
eager to match the grace of my grandmother’s life,
to that of a complete stranger passing by.
It grew with time.
from a single dot to everything I see,
from me to everyone in me,
from silence to joy and everything in between.
With my steps converging to a halt,
I thought it would remain—
for everyone to witness,
and dream in their own way.
But knowing we are one,
it followed me to sleep,
tucking in, ever so slightly,
to go unnoticed,
making the infinite finite,
and the finite—nothing.
But experiencing it,
I slowly led my heart,
towards one final blink,
holding my hand, so did it.
(Inspired by the emotional arc of Stephen King’s The Life of Chuck)