We have not met since centuries;
since we parted
in the presence of great dividers
into You and I;
and then, the roads diverged,
and put us two
on a collision course;
we were two trains
rushing forth from opposite directions
to crash at one point
this was no way
to come together;
this was the way
logic had lost;
i carried my dreams
aboard my stomach;
and you, yours
aboard your parted hair;
looking in different directions;
Unlike Janus
which looks back
and forth
and is the meeting point of the year;
we had lost all meeting points;
our life was
my expectations multiplied by
your expectations
equal to an unconfusing number
called zero;
we came to naught
simply because we thought and thought
of you and you, of me and me;
and never brought the warring camps
to a slot, which begins and ends with a dot.
here we are;
inheritors of Eden’s lost bliss;
Eve’s left overs and Adam’s debris.
Jernail S Anand
Pic: Claire Palmer