There was no beginning,
Nor there seem to be an ending,
Parallel as they go,
Analogous is what they seem.
Born to weather the storms,
Smelted to carry the weight,
Bolted to follow a definite path,
Chiseled to reduce the frictions wrath.
Destined to never meet,
Designed to never quiver,
But, fate has its own free spirit,
And never follows a script.
At the first junction,
Their paths crisscross,
A few seconds is what they got,
Hitting them like a dart.
Bringing a new face to the fore
Changing lives evermore
Miles they go for the next intersection,
Eagerly waiting for new perceptions.
11 comments:
Looks like you are not 'single track' anymore. ;-)
@Sagar:
haha..:) The talk was about the two rails within the 'single track'..;)
:) Nice one.... Many contexts can be set on this! Fate is v smart and cunning!
There are so many analogies you can draw from these simple apparently invisible things in life, and when you extrapolate the logic back into life, they make life so much simpler. :-)
@Sagar: Yep..Definitely agree..
Beautifully put... so true.. specially when you see it from the context of relationships...
@ME: Thanks..And yep definitely agree!
Liked it again!
@Divya: Thanks..:)
very nice poem...please write more :-)
@Anon:
Thanks for that! Sure will do..
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