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