Monologue

All good things come to an end

So the saying goes …

Gnawing Constraints I do have

Somewhere just below the diaphragm

Little above the duodenum.

Mind set immediately resisting 

Thought processes rebelling

Refuting support without yielding  .

Cyclic changes a governing rule

Many stubbornly harp like a mule

To you Goddess- Change

Affords pleasurable launch

On a platter waiting to load

To knock  at  door step

Or just  yonder there peep

Rounding  at your street corner .

Don’t you get me wrong

Cos’ I don’t crib or cringe

As I’m seeped in  mine comfy routine

Aligning safely  in its humdrum

Making it incessantly live able.

We stand as opponents

Opposing  not each other

Call it a  delightful euphemism

Capsizing our disparity in diplomacy. 

We could be parallel lines

And might run next to next

But hoping to meet

Never in our context .

We are divergent

Willingly dispersing to many points

But ne’er  can in remote dreams

Want to Converge to a point .

We are poles apart

Effectively existing  in our realms

Meant  not to be visible

Nor be  in touch with each other

We can exist as directions

East , west, north , south .

Useful for  mapping  

Meant only to be displayed.

So let us stand where we are 

Carrying on life

As its means to  give

Live to let live