When Parallels meet

Sadje’s What do You See #63

In parallel we walk- me and my thoughts.
Everyday towards the horizon,
hand in hand, in a slow pace.
We have covered miles and miles,
turning each milestone into gems,
precious memories etched on them.
In hope of distant dreams,
to the land where shadows are cast
on the clouds by the morning sun.
And our faces lit up by the hues
only the sun and sky possess.
So much in love and so much in sync,
our silhouettes too look the same.
A constant urge to converge,
takes us to places too many.
But we know, this world has rules
and parallels never meet.
In the world of never ending dreams,
and thoughts that swirl above head,
not letting the procession of wants
out of sight and out of mind,
we trudge as if wedded through vows.
With a ray of hope of the sunlight
through a blade of grass,
with hope of a single raindrop
quenching thirst,
with hope of rainbow
touching the earth below,
with hope of seeing the stars
when the sun is bright,
with hope when the world
will let us meet –
when parallels will meet – at last.

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