i have always seen
our footsteps marked on sand
with rusted sunset holding our breath.
and now
when i go alone on that seashore
i always find your footmarks
on turning back
those tidal waves still caress them
as if you are their child
or may be they have their own way
of remembering who once stepped with them.
in same need as God of love
i also want to lay my steps
on those marked steps of yours
but every time those tidal waves
throw me high up in the air
where my heart chokes
with thoughts of meeting the horizon
……may be i was an unwelcome guest in your life
or……may be welcomed one but I overstayed
Sometimes i wonder
what if i again see you somewhere
in that shade of rusted sunset!
will then we still be presuming
being ‘US’ is a mistake
or we would have accepted
it doesn’t matter to our lives!
….but tell me once
which is more worse?