At the cross roads you stood waiting,
some design we never would discern-
brought us there at that moment,
prompted by some inner calling,
we smiled at each other at the same time.

A young shoot of life, full of  green foliage
you were enchanting,
my mind was full with a  feeling,
the name of which is yet to discern,
but sweetheart, don't forget this,
the palmy days won't last forever,
we are fortunate to have met,
here at least, we shared our songs,
let's make it sweet to our hearts
so that eternity would resound
with those pangs of love, when  we aren't here.

I imagine me standing
at the crossroads
waiting for you to catch up,
we are but still strangers
belonging to two time zones-
though we are eternal soul mates!

I have my eyes turned to the past,
yours reflect the polar lights of future.
Can we tango together till the  first daylight appears?
No, I am afraid, you too know this
we met at the crossroads
and soon our roads would diverge,
I won't feel bad, no reason for you to be sad,
make it last as long as it goes,
we play the way the part demands,
time is a tricky trap
we struggle like flies in a spider web,
I won't take anything with me ,
as I zip past
except the love that keeps cosmos buzz
remember one is all alone till one reaches the nest.
You have your road, a fine one,
I have mine.
the feeling that we are together is an illusion.
We meet at points
we never expected to meet,
and it thrills us, that's all we could expect
on the cosmic scheme of things.