Intersection

“Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along.”
― Rumi

I’m looking fervently

for that limestone shade

those

crisscrossing lines

where our dreams

hope

desires

intersects

as we follow our own trajectory

but still,

they interject;

forming a

a pattern of the love

and its everlasting

ephemeral touch

those criss-cross

that weaves the fabric of love

latching my dreams and hope

in every loop, knot, and hold

that junction where our

souls

though different in the essence,

dance and whirls

to their own tunes

like a diffident swirling dervish

carrying that sweet zephyr of life

to the same song

joined at the hip

I wishfully hope

our life

intersects.

–Megha

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