Prerogative

April 17, 2018 by Usha Pisharody 4 Comments

They say, they do

That soulmates are one soul

Split, halved, if you wish,

Lost needles, in the

Haystack of existence.

It might amuse the

Game Changer, to put a few

In close proximity, to never meet,

And others so far apart

Fashioning a fairy tale of their union.

Just so, so you don’t feel entitled,

Even privileged, to find your own.

It’s that Omniscient thing

That these Game Changers have…

Playing cloud croquet, if you please

With them halves that need to meld.

So, don’t you ever think, or say, much less,

That down the corridors of Time,

Through aeons, and past, future, alternate

Lifetimes, you shall stumble upon yours.

Take it from me,

That cliché has a way of working out

When you look the other way

There is no fairy tale

Or a dream come true.

But, when you bump noses

In that existential haystack,

(Think you fooled that Game Changer?!)

Don’t you just take it for granted

That this would happen, all along?

 

🙂

16 April, 2018; Day#16 of #NaPoWriMo, 2018(back on track am I 🙂 ) Q to unfold by midnight 😛