Roads

Limbs move, face smiles, Interactions begin and end on time, Thoughts race, million at a time, Sunrises turn to sunsets; Days into nights, But the soul is untouched for ages, The smell of your t-shirt forgotten. Your misty eyes a distant dream, The color of your specs frame fading away Sitting 1000 miles apart, I ignore your phone call I ignore your text, clocking my umpteenth presentation A piece of you breaks, yet again today Rat race I call it, you call it living like rats, Living my dream I say, you say leaving dreams behind. Thus, two roads diverge, two hearts break, One soul dies, yet another machine is made Poetry emerges, slyly watching through a creak in the library door, I rush and embrace as it reminds me of you. I eagerly fill forms and interview like a machine I am, Truth unrevealed, that the alchemy is within. Iron turning gold is not a ’switch off’ button, It is the smell of the flowers, the breath of fresh air It is that hour long phone call, the butterflies in the stomach, It is a long warm bath, it is an idle sleepy day. Yet work I choose, with ‘switch on’ mode again, The diverged roads I know, shall meet few miles away