Tears streamed down her face as she laid it all to rest.
The times of love, bitterness and suffering; all sank but for an instant.
She cast it away into the ghat,
The package bobbled up and down,
Uncertain , unsteady and unyielding,
A splitting image of the times come to pass,
Now she, like all others who dare to tangle with fate must decide,
I shall carry this yonder, if her decision be.
She'd be a duality,
Two self's that struggle to make meaning,
One a silver mirror and the other ashen dust.
I hope to hear from her as she decides to leap across this chasm,
The transient moment of peace will return
And so will the sickening lack of closure,
Comfortably numb, she will persevere.
In our tryst with fate we can only be kind
Like all men before her who were bound by time.
Fate, you could call it never forgives, never forgets,
It merely does not care.
She cast it away into the ghat,
The package bobbled up and down,
Uncertain , unsteady and unyielding,
A splitting image of the times come to pass,
Now she, like all others who dare to tangle with fate must decide,
I shall carry this yonder, if her decision be.
She'd be a duality,
Two self's that struggle to make meaning,
One a silver mirror and the other ashen dust.
I hope to hear from her as she decides to leap across this chasm,
The transient moment of peace will return
And so will the sickening lack of closure,
Comfortably numb, she will persevere.
In our tryst with fate we can only be kind
Like all men before her who were bound by time.
Fate, you could call it never forgives, never forgets,
It merely does not care.
So you must be kind.
