Contours of Infinity
Two souls walked in tandem,
Unmistakably synchronized.
The roads crumbled into a playground.
The walk through elation
To critical observers,
They felt it suggested a mystical chemistry.
The hoping, the playfulness, the exhilaration of intimacy,
Manifested a giant spectacle.
We drew up a conversation.
Outwardly expansive and soulful.
The conversation never ended, and I shall not care,
For I found my puzzle completing itself
As we deftly maneuvered through the crowd,
You took the earpiece for her playlist
The earpiece to know her deeply,
Better than the gods drafted
We say, what’s the point?
We argue, what’s the deal?
To survive in this mistaken land,
To survive in the earthly cynicism,
Alone, battered, with no one to share life with
And just like that, we hold each other’s hands in the metro
Caressing the contours of the hands
Mathematics taught me infinity.
A shadowy beast of nothingness.
Yet when I saw you, reflecting your grin,
I swear I felt infinite.
