We met at the beginning of Time –
As our angels planned,
The architecture was set,
And our breaths guided the rendezvous.
The idyll grew in scope –
The tides of love lashing our rocks,
Universe seemed one,
Time lost its count.
But the eternity did not last long
As the world conspired –
Jealous of our communion,
Burden of love began to ache.
Is not love too beautiful for this world –
To meet it halfway can only diminish it,
Making it a fantasy and not a fact –
A faraway refulgent star in the sky?
Today on the trails I left you behind –
An awkward move,
But I had to leave you,
As I must find my own salvation.
Suffern, New York, June 23,2017
maharaj.kaul@yahoo.com
