Living in split worlds
3 September 2015
I touched your cold face
On a bright summer morning
As the dewdrops fell
The Earth welcomed cool
Steaming with the hiss of light
Water fire sinks
The cold was your tears
As night’s wake had gifted these
To your marble skin
A sob rose in throat
For future lived in past tense
Where hearts would flutter
You and I then cried
The loss of what was to be
As neither moved moss
Growth is from cutting
Seedlings in another land
Must then be potted
I cut through an inch
We winced from the incision
And withdrew silent
Hand on your shoulder
Mortal experiences
Treachery of pain
All senses fail me
A sixth came to the rescue
Enhancing your sight
Imaginary
Friends reproach me your essence
That they will feel not
You dwell in my mind
Your heart reaching through the space
In between photons
Mind said you were dead
Perhaps I am your widow
You painted me black
Milliseconds’ fleet
From one beam to the other
As I catch your depth
Coded in the words
Meaning of a mind spirals
Through a timeless void
Loophole carries me
Writhing spirit did battle
Fragmentation tires
Living in split worlds
My soul divides a fractal
Embedded in time
Hai Dil Ye Mera – Arijit Singh