Oh this fragile, delicate thread –
That binds us, wraps us –
Into our little place.
You and me.
And we both know better than the rest –
The toil and pain and blood and sweat
That went into its making.
And how you crossed the seven seas
To reach me,
Even though we physically stood a few steps apart.
And when you finally arrived,
And called my name,
How I came gushing,
And twirled around you –
Like a radiant, blossoming vine –
That had been waiting for its anchor since ages.
And it felt like the safest place on earth –
And sometimes,
It felt like the entire earth shrunk
To this space between us.
And it would sound difficult to believe now,
But trust me, this space had a life of its own –
And it breathed.
Oh, how this space breathed !
Through all these years,
I’d admit, things did change.
I can’t point out however,
When, how, why.
But things did change,
And so did you and I.
And time had its tricky ways
Of eluding us of each other.
And that space between us,
That once breathed,
Has been expanding ever since;
That space that once thumped and throbbed,
Now sends faint, obscure notes.
Yet, in my deepest hearts, I know –
You’d still cross the seven seas for me.
But crossing those last few steps,
Feel like a distant dream.
Oh this fragile, delicate thread –
That binds us, wraps us –
I can see it struggling
To survive and thrive.
And as these mountains between us
Keep growing every day,
You see me leaving –
I can’t say where I am going today.
But as my feet carry me
Farther away from you –
The heart of that space between us –
That heart wishes deeply,
Call my name one more time,
And I promise I’ll come gushing again,
And twirl around you.
