Distanced Fields.

In a distance that estranges,

Our lively happenings,

Far apart in disparate worlds,

Secrets hidden for right timings,

Truths kept aside in fear,

The revelations of what is so dear,

Entwined by some hopeful prophecy.

And we plant the same seeds,

Under different phases of the moon,

We will grow in different shades,

Of green and maroon,

In some time and space,

Unrecognizable eyes will meet each other,

Will I know you?

Will you be the anthem of your soul?

This distance is ghostly,

It will keep haunting me,

With the poetry of you,

The unearthly side I know.

And perhaps that is beautiful,

That I hold complexity so entrancing,

Keeping you at a safe bay,

But every once in a while,

You will choose to stay—

Won’t you?

In times spent alone,

You are still close,

Your name spelled out in fields,

My heart dearly owns.

Wherever you are,

That distance multiplied by half;

Our coordinates on this map,

Your hands wrapped around mine.

Till then we walk,

Fast-paced steps towards the sky,

For there lies a shadowing moon,

Its gaze a story unravelling soon.

I don’t know about you,

But I hope you believe,

That your heart is set to dream,

Of loving fields,

Where you will find me.