You and I
I met you
Like I meet so many
By coincidence
It seems.
You are
A polar opposite
And yet
I see myself in you.
The self
That’s hidden
Deep within
Tomorrows
The self
That is
Too grand for me
Yet dreamable.
You recognise me,
Offering the kiss
That will awake
Sleeping beauty.
As you lean
Towards me,
I see your eyes,
Reflecting mine.
I am scared.
It is strange how a description of mortal love and beauty also simultaneously attains a divine quality.
Good poem!
Good to see you back Ritwik and thank you for your thoughts. Yes, I agree, they both have divine qualities in a way…..
Exactly!
You know spaz, it seems like you and I found our muses at around the same time here.
Great,…… let’s write!
Love reading your writing
Thank you my dear. Coming from someone who likes to brag about her short attention span, I do appreciate it very much
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“As you lean
Towards me,
I see your eyes,
Reflecting mine.
I am scared.”
seeing each other in each other’s eyes is infinity…
Welcome Medussa. Yes, I’ve read that somewhere even though I wasn’t thinking about this until I saw your comment. It adds another previously unconsidered layer. Thank you for sharing.
This poem makes you feel like you can relate. Im sure we or I at least experienced this too. Wonderful Spazzy!
Interesting that you would say that. And yet – I’m somehow not surprised. Thanks so much for coming back M, I really appreciate it (and you better get your butt in gear with the sitcom thing!).