Sunday, March 28, 2010

WANDERING SOULMATES..........

Inherently incoherent,
Yet deeply in spirit


Departing with time
But united in vision

Wandering and thoughtless at times
Forgotten completely at others

Nasty at some points, and mean at others

Vagabonds of future..hard to catch

Meandering freaks
Come together once in while

They are those free aliens
Beyond social conformity's..

Weird to many..
And dumb to others

They stand together
Yet not too close

They love unconditionally
They let go freely..

They are not jealous
Nor are possessive
Or even if they are they never show

They simply flow..
They keep their spirit in Open Ocean

They sulk, get depressed like ordinary motions..
But never do they desert each other in moments of desperation

They love to spend a little time together
Wander in rest..

They are obscure
Cryptic...

They know they can’t be together
But yet they know too they cannot be away forever

They share an intangible bond
Can be often seen laughing together

They tell not each other how they feel
But like bees they buzz forever

At moments too naive
Yet too shrewd at others

They blossom in winters..
They are not like others..

They are keepers of freedom
They are messengers of love

They have hidden languages
None with words

They care but not tell
they sing symphony of separation
and ease the tears with temptation

they are like ghosts creeping in conscience
Yet warm like fire in cold winter

they fail and fall
yet never cease to rise

They become strength of each other
When they have trouble remembering how to fly

They have dreams..
unfulfilled and dry
may be because there is jinx in their lives
Together shall they rise
and together they fall

you cannot find them in crowds
for they are too busy to open themselves to all

they are aware of each others ether
and just with a glance they will live their lives

they are platonic healers
and the gentlest breezes
they are gleeful,free,amazing

they don’t promise forever
they say i breathe the present

they don’t know why they fall for each other
they feel like balloons going up together

for world they look like two idiots..
but they enjoy their pertinent madness

they hate crowds and being stalked
they dance in rains with hands clasped together
into some far away islands into one another

they are drifting
carving their niche
diving in subliminal
they go up in Sky's calling...
and rewrite their fates

and someone said they love to be called
the wandering soul mates....