as soon as you Walked, (or did i?)
i lay Sulking, Smiling, Searching.
what happened to love
when we deserted it?
you turned left, I took to right.
what happened to the love?
does it stand there, under the woods
waiting for another ‘us’?
Perhaps, it’ll begin another end.
or, did it follow one,
to meet some third?
where does it go?
crushed by the separation;
torn by the last hug.
or may be it just transforms
into guilt and stays with us.
like that caterpillar turning into a butterfly!
– Abinash Dash Choudhury
( Abinash DC )
Photograph by Abhinavanand Singh.