The constant force that heaves,
Me to you, you to me,
It was and has been there:
Irrespective of being far or near
Emotions have overwhelmed – memories sweet and sour,
Mountains we have seen, beaches together anew
Forests, water currents, forts and temples too
Rains and sunshine; dusk and dawn
Have come and gone
What was then so different this time?
There were no Violins neither chimes
There was sea, that we have been to before,
Proximity that we have shared before
What is it that made me so willing then
What is it that you
say or do or mend?
Outlandish that it is but I feel
You have attached more threads
Not one, not hundred
Millions I see,
Those that keep attached you to me and me to you.
