When We Meet...

Yes my dear there will be awkward moments

When we come face to face after decades,

Sweeping the shards of failures, half-cooked dreams

And aborted desires, under the carpet of joyfulness.

We shall sit across the table, exchanging soulful gazes

Words will struggle to burst through throbbing brains

Feelings like electric streaks, will snap around crazily

We'll snuggle into blankets of silence, we'll linger on

Letting pregnant pauses take over the sparse exchange.

We'll freeze into huge question marks, ourselves.

Life was always an imperturbable ocean, wasn't it?

You rode the crest and sailed away to new worlds

I remained marooned on my desert island,

Restlessly building palaces out of sheer sand

The waves came and left only a smoothness,

Another blank page for me to write upon.

Now you have your fiery storms on Jupiter

Whilst I have my icy winds to contend with

On forever-neglected Pluto, how we connect

Is a pure miracle we have wondered at for long…

But reality has it own bag of tricks, my dear,

Turning insides out effortlessly –we can only watch.