Though I feel you earnestly

And touch your lips tastelessly

But there is no flow

Nor warmth , or glow

Nor that wild surge , which gives   us sprite

And ignite

Both ,to turn us into ash –

So  all seems trash.

 Why should we not clap together

And catch each other feather in feather.

Why don’t we hiss and kiss

The heaven in our rapture and break this

Barrier. Why cant we take shower

And feel for hour and hours

The tingeing pain –they call pleasure

While we count it in another measure.

What blank space

Is this  , in which two bodies hang out of place?

Why does this silence prevail ….!

We can’t break it or inhale

We mere shiver like autumn leaves pale.

Because we don’t breathe.

We are cold and lifeless like death.

We may fight and fight , but there is no resignation

Nor humiliation:

But a constant war of possession –

Therefore this is no adoration.

 We have no music , nor harmony : our rhythm is broken,

We have only doleful songs and our faith is shaken.

We live at different spheres

And have constant fears

Of separation. We are different souls

Who have vowed to remain at poles.

 We can find ourselves in aloofness and segregation

For this life of separation

Keeps  us alive. We will flow

Together , side by side , though

Long to meet – but will never meet

Never meet never meet.