You and I, my love,
Awed by the enormity of distance
And remoteness of memory,
Are nudged away by silence,
Like the space probes
Nudged away by tails of fire,
And, no matter how slow,
We will learn to obviate
Each other from our private reveries.
You and I, so used to each other,
Will master the finest deception
In the mediocrity of our imagination
And inconsequential syllables
Uttered out of thoughts and emotions.
Each engaged in the narcissism
of bigoted deductions,
We inch further away from each other.
You and I, my love,
In the silence and solace of our hearts
Live a life of contradictory truths
Of being close yet so far,
Of being present yet absent,
That haunts our capacity of lovingness.
We who wrenched the neck of our own love,
Which was just a tiny embryo,
Couldn't have known it too was life.
16 June, 2008
Author notes
First poem after a year of hiatus. I hope its not that bad.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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oh this is stabbing and beautiful. i am trying to decide my favorite part, but i like every part of it.
"Awed by the enormity of distance
And remoteness of memory," - is poignant.
i like the way this deals with physical distance and emotional distance. sometimes people can be very "close" emotionally with one another dispite physical separation, or people can be very close physically but not be in "touch" with one another emotionally. great write. - NANGALEEMA
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