I watch as he kneels on the cliff,
Curved dagger in his hand
"Why must I end this way?
I-I... I don't... understand."

His tears flow freely
Seagulls calling in the sky
Salt spray smashing the rocks below
Their own intent to die

He pulls off his shirt, his face just as crinkled as it
Throws it to the surging waves
Says his prayers, regrets his choices,
As he remember the path he paves

Gripping his dagger, knuckles white
Into his belly, blade out of sight

My eyes snap wide open, as I awake
Oh, this excruciating pain

saw you the first time where planes depart
from my dreams this girl stepped out
thinking of introducing myself
i wasted time and let the chance flew by
if it's destiny, another chance will surely come by

a month after where people celebrate
as to my surprise, you were there playing dice
approached a table of fifteen or so
but a friend stopped to chat for a while
before i knew it, my opportunity has passed me by
this is simple coincidence and that is how i should see it

weeks passed by where i work
while walking thru an aisle, something caught my eye
you were nearer than i thought
composing messages nervously
my heart leaps with joy on your every reply
this could be destiny for all i know

weekends passed and as my leaving date nears
i gathered up courage and we talked for a while
continued to send message
even if i get desert rain replies
not giving up due to my sincere desire
and trusting destiny is on my side

days passed as i continued to reach out
every minute looking forward for a reply
agonizing mornings continues to welcome me
and silence are lullabies to my sleepless nights
as your message starts to cease
i then realized, that no message is also a reply

as my mind continues to wander
amidst all these events, the question remains
is it destiny for us?
or these are mere coincidences?
after much thinking, i finally understand
the answer is in your hand

we shall test once
this ‘nothing is coincidental’
bias
to sense all senses
as if not ours
to fill a bucket full
of thoughts
as if not ours
to place the body
temporarily
in a tree
as if not ours

and connect
these lines
to a wireframe
as the collaborative work
of the ingenious director
and the engineer
both of which
staged their dream
as one complete piece
not longer than
all that could be perceived
in one lifetime

“so much work
oh so much work
still to be done …”
s/he said
in the meantime

yet 5 minutes should  just be enough
for that ...resolution
without wondering and complaint

you know what to do
you walk the path
like a tailor
sleeping and waking up
working on one garment just
tagged as life

tailor that will sleep and wake up
until the garment is unpatched
so they will disappear all together
a garment that makes one invisible
when cycles are dropped

when autumn leaves shower
to show off
what they can do for me -jubilantly
as I pass
because I pass
I hear the twithoo
of the nobly circling wild bird
resonating from far aways and depths of the
valleys that are known so well to both of us
one of us though  forgets sometimes:)

She
the bird of wisdom is there
to remind me of
who I truly am
once again
patiently
by the sharpness of the sound
that contours the visibility of the thick mist
as friendly monsters of childhood dreams

and I look up

Sky is
while you would be reading these lines

No you can’t disprove me
nothing is coincidental
but I still like to play the coward sometimes
and incidentally ;)
hide under the safe blanket of your poetry
making it a patchy garment of you and me
that will be dropped someday
non coincidentally
for one love only

If we coincidentally meet somewhere one of these days
I will look into your eyes and find the answers to my questions
those questions I have been asking
and you have been avoiding
I will find those answers
before my eyes filled with tears
before my tears start rolling down my cheeks
before I wipe them out
before you find I cried
before you feel irritated
before you feel like running away
before you fake an excuse
before I request you to stay for some more time
before you deny
before you walk away
before I find myself helpless
before I hate myself for looking into those eyes again
before I regret for meeting you again

Almost everywhere
Everytime,
I'd always
stumbled upon you.
Why though?

{ E.I }