These days some longings come on strong
I let them come and have their say for a while
They tell their story and slowly exit the scene
Almost as if in a Shakespearean play (world’s a stage)
Yet when they come and linger for whatever time
They seem to have an ethereal than an earthly quality
So much so I notice an aloofness and otherness
In every longing that visits my being these days.
Know Thyself 