REMORSE CODE

Distance, an ever growing space

filled with a myriad new experiences

slowly erodes the firmest foundations

criss-crossing in contrasting directions

Wheels that have barely touched down

watch impatiently as wheels fly into the dark

Taking on wing, high expectations

suspended in a mist of suffused frustration

Excitement doused and fires put out

by the unseen hand that holds the cards

and deals Jokers and Aces to faces

travelling to diametrically opposite places

But yearning remains, where is resolution?

Does it disappear into rhythmical musing?

Forcefully cloaked by the coat of karma

that paints the present with the brush of fortitude

Conversation thus continues in remorse code

with dots bridging paragraphs of dashed hopes

Aspiration forced to sit like a wall flower

waiting patiently, expectantly