RAZOR'S EDGE

She was my love
she was my one and only
love.
Our red rose of love
spread fragrance around
us like a halo.
Inseparable we were
conjoined twins we were.
We wanted to be together
in life and death.
On coming to know of
our affair, our elders came
into the picture, enraged they were
and
we overheard them discussing
a forcible separation.
We wanted to escape
from the heartless world
to some unknown place.
A rock-like decision it was
one day while the world
went to sleep she eloped
with me to an unknown
place,
and started a life of our
own.
We knew they were after us.
Uncertainty had its charm
it had its thrill
it had its beauty
however
it was a walk along the
razor's edge.
We obstinately stuck to
each other and went on
with our life,
but it was short-lived.
In this world of overbearing authority
it is they who always call the shots.
They were the winners at
last
they spotted us in the end
took each of us away forcibly
and performed a surgical
separation
which led each of us bleeding.
Still we bleed
we couldn't meet each other
since then.
We couldn't hear about each
other since then.
True, they could separate
us physically
our souls but not bleeds
our souls still united
no surgical separation is
possible for separating our
souls.
A reunion is certain
at least in next life.