You walk a mile
I walk two for you
yet there were fissures
oozing tears in the facade
cracks growing deeper by the day.
Having come a long way
having set the tone for the song of her life
with her own music
she was still unsure.
“I thought I found a friend
but the fiend of competition ruined it”
The two souls who could just have let their hair down
to share a laugh and crack up a little more
now put up against each other in a show of strength
strained to look into each others eyes.
In an atmosphere of distrust and veiled jealousies
there was no room for compassion
the space for ‘I lend a hand, you lend a hand’
was so horribly convoluted with silly complexities
that there was space only for pretensions and putting ups.
When the mask of mutual love,caring and respect came down
the smoke screen of delusion had already faded.
Yet there was hope.
There will be a time to laugh again with a good soul
there will be a time to sit down and smile
catch a play or cook up a prank but till then
the journey is meant to be solo, I heard her sigh
if its the design of life itself, so be it.