Till Death, Not Distance Do Us Part

There was a spark in each eye, like innocent babies, when they come....

Just as they stepped in a new life, shredding and putting behind, the old one.

Aspirations lay high in mind, excitement reflected on their face,

Only positive energy was there, no pessimism- no disgrace.

Eyes met, then wavered, like for strangers, is always fated,

As we were getting closer to a bonding which none knew, none anticipated.

Time started flying by, giving air to our new sprung wings,

Three Eagles flew high, soaring above all, where they met a few more- in the same pocket, with the same wings... The aerie was formed.

They did things- togetherness personified- seemed they'd always be together, even if they died.

Interests and aspirations varied though- the common goal was to rule the untamed- which the world'd salute- which brought glory and fame.

Studied, played, did wonders, broke the law- got stung by its saw- never they broke.

The fusion was such that everything else seemed immaterial.

The fission now is such that all looks inevitable.

Misunderstandings have creeped in the minds of those which weren't clear...

When I ponder, dig the grave, I feel it was always there.

The aerie has parted- some to the north, some to south, some to west some to east..

Time really has acted like a beast.

The aerie had to- as now we sail a higher sky- a sky of success- to the right- to redress.

Irony of success remains as always it was- you can't be where you want, neither where you wanted to be.

We'll enter new skies, to touch the rainbows, to fly high.

Yes we move on for the next start - but-

TILL DEATH, NOT DISTANCE DO US PART.

Lonely, as I walk

Walking solitarily, in the dark deep woods;

Where the nature is so swinging and so are the moods.

Green leaves on the trees;

Dead barks on the ground,

Sun’s rays playing hide and seek,

In dead silence or mustering sounds.

Thoughts come and disappear,

Like a naughty mane;

Sometimes as happiness,

Sometimes as fear and bane.

Some, wherein stay,

And stay there for long.

Cutting through my happiness,

Cutting through my song.

Nibbling me to a mere nothing

Like a parasitic crea;

To which, I can do nothing

But fall as a prey.

Those thoughts, those ambitions

They flutter through the grey-

To remind me of what I thought

And what I’m today

And what I’m today.

Those dreams to be the green have cheated me long back,

Only dead leaves I see now,

To remind me of my ever so losing track.

I lost, in each sphere

I lost momentously, here and there.

I lost my speech when I tried to talk;

I lost my humor when I tried to mock.

These thoughts inevitably pound me down,

When lonely, through the dark deep woods, I walk.