Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Why this happens....

Why this happens between the two of us,
the words freeze in the cold breeze,
and the lips refuse to part, unable to speak.

Why this happens between the two of us,
the bubbling spring stops in its ebullient run,
and evaporates into nothingness upon the gaze of the torrid sun.

Why this happens between the two of us,
the desert sands, dry as they have been,
lies there in their eternal wait for a sprout of green.

Why this happens between the two of us,
the barren garden lies barren still,
in the wake of a rampaging spring.

Why this happens between the two of us,
the vision that we have in our minds never meet, never greet,
like the banks of a river that flows wild on its ceaseless feet.

Why this happens between the two of us,
the winds that blow in us, comes out as breath,
and blows a candle in each of us, and lays it to rest.


© 2014 Abhijit Pandit