Milestones

[To you S]

Maybe two people don’t meet
Because they have to

Maybe all the talk
About soul mates
Is just a talk

Maybe everything
That we cynics know
Is all that there is
To know

Maybe there are no signs
And serendipity, is just that
A pure lucky coincidence

Maybe love is nothing
But a self-delusion
A placebo of sorts
That feels good
Because we want it to

Still five years
Is a pretty long time
If you look at it one way

Especially if all
That we cynics know
Is all that there is
To know

And still we know
We know more

At the end of a
Backbreaking day
Placebos don’t work
All that well

And surely not
When forces align
Against you and
The ground slips
Right beneath you

Placebos or no placebos
Five years
Is half a decade
But then years count
When nothing else does

What really counts is
Strewn all over those years
A mosaic of memories
Okay that’s too lame

But then words fail
When you want to capture
Something that cynics
Don’t accept they know

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8 thoughts on “Milestones

  1. anonymous says:

    I guess my mind lingered on this for a while:

    But then words fail/When you want to capture/Something that cynics/Don’t accept they know

    How about the cynic and the seeker of words in myself? The absurd-ism that you seem to play with is endearing.

    Rajesh

  2. anonymous says:

    Words may fail to capture
    Something that cynics don’t accept they know

    But yet these words have shown for sure
    That five years can change those cynics of yore.

    — Mayuresh

  3. anonymous says:

    Strangely, I was just thinking along the lines of the first few stanzas –
    Maybe there are no signs
    And serendipity, is just that
    A pure lucky coincidence

    Now is this a pure lucky coincidence or what? The skeptic, the cynic, the romantic all battling it out! 🙂

    So, I’m assuming this is in order – Congrats!! :))

    ano (http://www.thoughtraker.com)

  4. anonymous says:

    loved the ending stanzas… the following lines are wonderful!

    Placebos or no placebos
    Five years
    Is half a decade
    But then years count
    When nothing else does

    What really counts is
    Strewn all over those years
    A mosaic of memories
    Okay that’s too lame

    We must meet asuph miyan:) Let me know if you visit Atlanta, and I will let you know whenever I visit whereever you are!

    Vivek

    viveksharmaiitd.blogspot.com

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