Kindred Spirits

Kindred Spirits:
The time has passed
And the tide has changed
But you and I remain the same
If people were to be created in pairs 
or halves, 
he is my other. 
He is complimentary. 
Designed for me. 
Fit for me. 
We are a matched set. 
He is my kind. 
And I am his.
Sleepless nights
Boundless exploration
My soul is getting restless 
Wishing to sail away
Far from mortal misery
the earthy fear and woes
but waiting here as human
with no way to call to home
Searching every corner hoping 
that hiding somewhere deeply
It will find a map, the gateway too,
a way across the sea of stars
to sail back to its celestial home
with you,the galaxy will be ours.
By Aliza Kashmala Kiran 

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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