Its a sense of joy, to be back again in the corridors of knowledge, in the corridors of peace, far far away from trifle emotions..(though old habits die hard..I am killing them slowly)..
Insistent, dissatisfied, without an aim,
Something that wished but knew not how to be,
Teased the Inconscient to wake Ignorance.
A throe that came and left a quivering trace,
Gave room for an old tired want unfilled,
At peace in its subconscient moonless cave
To raise its head and look for absent light,
Straining closed eyes of vanished memory,
Like one who searches for a bygone self
And only meets the corpse of his desire.
- From (Savitri by Aurobindo)
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