the distance
from us
to ‘you’ and ‘me’
has been the most toughest of all
so far
yet
as I stand up to stretch my hand
I wonder of the gaps that will never fill
for the wisdom to know less
for the wisdom not to stand up for self
what was yoked by brute force
breaks
and what breaks causes pain
hanging loosely out of its anchor
suspended in ‘trishanku swarga’
neither here nor there
friend, you caused me much pain
yet there is forgivance
yet there is moving on
coz you should like I do
prosper, prosper in spite of pain
for as anger melts away
sorrow at an opportunity lost
and a lifetime wasted
is all that lasts!
And the journey continues
across chasms
‘you’ and ‘me’ to our separate destinations
you, do not know yours do you?
nor do I
does it matter?
travel as long as it lasts…
PS: Post loss, post love, life continues
Adhyapika 