Just the story of two points
directed to be different lines
As her dice destiny throws
two little lines were coming close
The game of destiny shows
How innocent lines of friendship,
care and affection grows
Unknowingly, Unintentionally
during moving in their own direction
Oh! they meet at a point
called 'The Point Of Intersection'
All kind of positive vibes & emotions
lovingly love, caringly care, tons of happiness
raining above & around their heads
and we all dream such Happy Happy ends
But this meet-cute follow painful separation
'cause this point is not like the other
from one side the Point of Meeting
& Alas! from the other the Point of Partition
Oh! why they met at the Point of Intersection
To every point & point
making longer line
the enlarging separation
and a constant
dust of realization
-"How much Love,
[that always dreamt of ]
Pure Love was there
at the Point of Intersection"
Want to meet again
but never wish they made
'cause they know very well
if not How they Destined
at least the way they oriented
So read it loud & in clear voice
One rule from 'The Rules of Lines'
-"Two lines meet at One ,
And only One Point."
the word crux
derived from cross
the point of intersection
in today's world
that venerable crux
defies all detection
They are bilingual,
fluent in a paradoxical
intersection of a line and a cloud.
Each language has a distinct cadence,
a unique inflection.
They can jump over the discontinuity,
the differential between
derivative and derivative,
integral and integral.
They put the rhythm in "logarithm"
and could remove the "can't" from "secant"
if words were defined
at the point of intersection.
We were two love birds
Flying on love's golden wings
I flip and you flap, you flap and I flip
We played our strings against the wind...
We were two eyes burning suns
We saw the light together
You peek and I peep, I peek and you peep
We envisioned our own forever...
Now we are just two birds of prey
Hunting down suffocating emotions
I frown and you sulk, we became stuck in our frowns
Two parallel trajectories, with no point of intersection...
Love has gone to sleep
While we played the game of thrones...
From a garden of beautiful roses
How did love come to be overthrown...?
In a flat world
I gazed at zillion
Stars twinkling
From all horizons,
Together with trillion
Human beings standing
In a circular formation
Like chilling survivors
Around a bonfire.
These stars made
All of us visible,
Casting our shadows
To all directions;
Each shadow lay
A translucent plane
On the ground,
Gaining saturation
With another.
They all met
At a point of intersection
Where the final hue was mixed,
And I saw
Absolute darkness.
My heavenly fathers love is my Protection...
As I walk his path for Perfections...
A few times I lost sight of which Direction...
Yet I keep stride and looked for my Corrections...
Learning that life goes on after Rejections...
The devils work spreads like a horrible Infection...
Trying to stay true to God with No Objections...
Sorting out the positive and negativity in different Sections...
I've gotten rid of the worst like a Disconnection...
I shall judge NOT on ones Imperfections...
I see the BIG picture of Life, through my life's Projection...
Doing unto others as they do unto me with Affection...
Staying true to myself I don't worry about Impressions...
In life there will be a point of Intersection...
With God in my life is Greater than a Collection...
So I just play things cool with circumspect ion...
I will receive his Love in a Great Reflection...