Seperate lives

Severed by gaping distances
And by percepts Of immediate concerns
Separated by years of being busy
In the otherness of our realities.
We exist...

I in my world
And you in yours.

Perhaps a few breaths would help
To reconcile us in brief repose.
By pictures of our realities
We sync up...

Only to find that we have grown apart.
on the wheels of endless dawns and dusks.
Yet the images do invoke
What within me, was my own.

Or so I thought...

- Pushkar Gunjan (Jan 19, 2009 - 4:30 P.M.)