Loosing It

Splendrous was that moment
Of an eon ago,
When our paths met
Our eyes talked
And our souls merged!

Enmeshed in the million
Thoughts, fragrances, memories
Words and gestures,
We cocooned ourselves
Strand by strand-
Tightly. Securely. Completely.

And yet, Now.
The strand’s end hangs loose.

There is a constriction,
Uneasiness, of impending
Doom,
Loosing the strand.

I wish we weren’t
Loosing it,
and

Losing it.

Usha, 10 March, ’08