Saturday, March 19, 2011

lines

Parallel lines never meet,
not even in an imaginary world.
till horizon they remain on equal distance.
same distance between the lines
make them going in right direction at right pace .
You and I are like these lines,
which will never meet.
I'm so trying to reduce the distance,
but then I'm losing my identity...
I won't remain parallel to you.
It will be an intersection...
an intersection gives more broken lines...
no continuity.
It destructs identity of both of us.
I'm wondering if destruction is more peaceful...
at least it will bring an end to all this continuous journey..
or to avoid all these destructions...
I shall walk till the end...
thinking...we will meet in some dreams...
since dreams doesn't have calculations...
Its just a belief.

5 comments:

Aur Batao said...

Kya baat Kya baat Kya baat !!!

Anushree V. said...

i dont have words...can i post it on my blog with due credit to you ??

Siddhartha Joshi said...

wow pratima...this is so good! superb articulation...now next time we should talk more and discuss this poem in detail :)

Sy's Prints said...

fantastic poem, really enjoyed reading it :-)
sy

Wahaj Uddin Syed said...

very nice ! expressed nicely :)