Till a few nights back
we were two strings-
Two cables, holding up
Two adjacent swings. The playground
was crowded in the evenings: Kids
all around, playing- creating
Memories.
And when the gates were closed
for night,
we were juxtaposed in the breeze, swinging
with different frequencies: You,
loaded with tension, swung more,
and i less. Nevertheless,
we kept each other
Company, in light as well as darkness.
Until last night, when lightning
struck, and the Heavens burst,
and poured down a Storm
much worse than the worst.
And you swung violently, and you cried, while i tried
to remain still. You swung
and swung and swung until
You clung onto me, and we
got Entangled, and Intertwined
From top to bottom- from toe to mind.
So now we be but one string, from
Swing-seat to point of suspension
swinging with same frequency and tension.
And whether we like it or not, we've grown
Into one of each other's own.
And if ever a wind should shake us
Or if ever a storm should break us,
Two parts of one string, we both would be
Each, half of you, and half of me.
