When love traverses the distance
Unshackled, boundless, limitless
Buffeted by the evening zephyr
Buoyed with the sweetness of spring

Union may not be the ultimate outcome
For union, crystallises, culminates, satiates
Bringing with it a feeling of finality
A sensation of cessation

Then what should draw lovers
To this nameless process
Where the objective is blurred
Where denouement lurks in absentia

Perhaps the imagination of union
Swirling intensely in the mind
Gives rise to inexhaustible hope
Spirited by illimitable energy

Where there is no stagnation
Burdened with loads of familiarity
Where predictability sounds alien
To hearts devoid of equanimity

Where a constant sense of turmoil
Ignites two restless souls
Without a sense of closure
Without a want for certainty

Subir Chakraborty / 8th Feb 2019