If you were to cross the road and hurt your toe, I know that I will never know. As we go on to take different roads and move on across different shores, there is something that happens to our relationships. Something that estranges, disconnects, disintegrates. I know that you still think of me. I know this because I find myself thinking about you. And thoughts rarely get seeded on their own. It comes from you to I and from I to you until one of us is alive. Old relationships rarely die. Like broken winged moths, they hang around dark alleys of forgotten memory lanes. Ever so often, I can hear one of them flutter its wings. Not too close but never too far.
Deep. That's another way of looking at waiting. Even the ships that look so at home on the oceans wait for rest from the waves. Good one!
ReplyDeleteRajesh... this is meaningful.. sometimes you need to wait, just for a while...
ReplyDeleteI love the metaphor & imagery here. Such deep meaning in a few lines :)
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