The Poetic Meanders

The Poetic Meanders
The Teesta River - captured by Parth Adhikari

Friday, 6 September 2013

A Fork In The Road

A Fork In The Road

For all those who have parted ways,
but will remain with me always.

Our travels together, today,
End not at our destination
But at a fork somewhere midway
And I can sense hesitation
In your silence. (Can you in mine?)
Are you too searching for words, which
Will assuage this pain, make things fine-
Wipe the tears I shall shed, and stitch
The wounds that this farewell has brought.
Are there some words that can console
My ailing heart, or is there not
Any way for us to cajole
Destiny into fulfilling
Our desire to not separate?
Can we not delay this parting-
Defy circumstance and make fate
Wait some more; lest this be the last
Time we see each other closely?
Can we not change the bygone past-
The moment because of which we
Might be standing at a crossroads?
We look at the distance ahead,
I am uncertain what it bodes.
I am sure we have been misled,
By Time that made us both believe
The conceit of Eternity.
We see now that Time can deceive
People escaping reality.
You look at me, I look at you;
Between us, there appears to grow
incertitude-what must we do
Before our indecisions slow
Us down and predicaments start
To weaken our resolution?
Let us go our own ways and part,
That is the only solution.
Perhaps in your own silent way
you have accepted this instance-
This divergence that we today
Can't choose to offer resistance.
If this be our shared destiny,
Then so be it. Let us move on
Different roads that might not see
a convergence that we'll dwell 'pon
In our false hopes and promises
(I will, but you don't I will pray).
Let us, with our goodbyes, end this
Misery that leaves nothing to say.
I know not what our futures hold
As we bid each other adieu,
And even as our paths unfold
I know I'll never forget you.

To you all.