Let’s my love leave this world,
As we are not wanted here anymore.
Our memories are strong,
But our existences have been painted over.
Spirit is no more prized,
Substance has taken over.
There is no idea that is pulling us,
Dreams have been replaced by designs.
We move on to the next survival point,
There is no thread to the journey.
The world that we loved is more a project now
Than the story it was once.
Love is now a convenience than a comfort it used to be,
Friendship a history than a bond.
Let’s my love leave this world,
Maybe they will remember us for our oddity.
Suffern, New York, May 6, 2018
maharaj.kaul@yahoo.com
