Was it serendipity when we met
And left
Were friendship carved in stones
Those epistles speaks of fondness
While you were in a different shore
Two continents facing each other
like two crescent moon.
The unforgetable exchanges
of memoirs in foreign land
Where you go deep
in the physical jungle
And me in the corporate jungle
Is it also a matter of choice
And of voice to
speak our truths and
speak what our hearts content
In the stillness of silence
Our hearts are yearning
Our eyes speaks deep love's longing
But how did you allow free fall also
to rule what should have been
between us?
Was it also a matter of choice
Oct 5, 2016
Oct 5, 2016 at 4:00 AM UTC
Was it serendipity when we met
And left
Were friendship carved in stones
Those epistles speaks of fondness
While you were in a different shore
Two continents facing each other
like two crescent moon.
The unforgetable exchanges
of memoirs in foreign land
Where you go deep
in the physical jungle
And me in the corporate jungle
Is it also a matter of choice
And of voice to
speak our truths and
speak what our hearts content
In the stillness of silence
Our hearts are yearning
Our eyes speaks deep love's longing
But how did you allow free fall also
to rule what should have been
between us?
Was it also a matter of choice