Unspoken Distance
I am eager to meet you
and have you in my arms, dear.
But there is an unspoken distance born between us,
a ruthless border drawn between our lives,
by our egos.
Each one of us
wishes to have the upper hand in this clash,
but, somehow we fail to realize,
that both shall lose,
in this battle of pride.
Somehow we fail to look
beyond the implications
of our miniscule skirmishes,
in the long journey of survival.
Life would be much easier,
if one of us crosses those lines,
and conquers the other one
via a hearty dialogue.
But that doesn't seem to be a possibility anymore,
for this unspoken distance
has diminished our conscience, leaving a vacuum
to be filled by our pride.
I know,
that even you are trying
to get in touch with me,
but, just like me,
you're embroiled
in the thick sludge of pessimism,
which pushes you down and trapped within it forever.
So,the best way out,
is to crawl ahead through this sludge,
no matter how much dirt of pain sticks to us,
and reach to a common land,
where we can open up ourselves,
and spit out all the negativity
which was eating us up.
I wish that day comes at the earliest.
Take care dear.
Your loving brother,
C Kumar
28th August 2015