Wanderlust

As he kissed my forehead that night,

I had slept with a smile on my face.

But when I had woken up, he was gone.

Somewhere between that last smile and the morning,

He had left. Where to? I knew not.

From the day I truly knew him,

I had feared that I'd see this day.

He was not the one who could be tethered.

He was born to be free, to go out there.

And today, a year has passed since that day,

I have waited every sundown.

Expecting to hear from him, to see him.

I have craved to meet the man I love.

He wanted to travel, all over the world.

I know not where he might be now

Maybe Paris, maybe Alaska, or perhaps in India.

All I know is I must find him, be with him.

I shouldn't have stayed, bound to safety.

So now, I am setting out.

With a hope that our paths will cross,

Someday, somewhere, if it is destined.

Serendipitous perhaps...

He loved to wander...

I wander for love...

Apollo and Dionysus

They argued, they fought.

He loved it. She hated it.

He was the critique, she was the connoisseur.

He cursed the flaws, she appreciated the efforts.

He wanted everything to be precise, she believed that feelings need to be true.

He liked the presentation, she liked the essence.

He emphasized on screenplay, dialogues meant a lot to her.

He was the mind, she was the heart.

He was the Sun; she was the moon.

Apollo and Dionysus.

Best friends they were, separated by all the known dimensions - space, time…

But the portal connecting their hearts was intact,

Unknown to the society, warping the beliefs.

The spark remained, perhaps never to be ignited.