When the last light is turned off
And the world calms down
That's when that pressure comes
In the heart from inside out

When all distractions get weaker
And I have to face my feelings
I realize how I miss You, Lord
How I miss You, my Lord

Like an unresolved chord
Unfinished, I lay down
Missing the most important part of me
Which is You fully and only You

What is that love that actually never rests?
Even if I see You and hear You
This feeling never ceases
How I miss You, my Lord

(For Guruji Paramahamsa Vishwananda)