Interlocking our fingers
five-in-five when we stroll
on the wet beach sands –
it is just not five-plus-five to make ten,
it makes a different arithmetic
not taught in school but descends from heaven,
to another world and to another plane
it transports us, it touches an infinity -
hitherto unseen and unknown
far beyond the visible horizon
The feeling is beyond physical –
Two minds
Two hearts
Two imaginations
Two songs
Streams of two time-lines
and two different dreams
get interlocked
get knotted up
Who can isolate
two waves in the sea,
Who can pick up
the blue from the sky,
Who can separate
heartbeats from a heaving heart,
Can anyone draw a line
between two souls that coalesce?
