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Changing Lanes

I can see your blinking lights
I have felt the change in speed
At every turn and every bump
The distance have increased

Would you as you make that turn
Slow down a second and bid adieu
A casual wave of hands will do
A fleeting glance my way will do.

The roads in our lives have twists and turns
And they crisscross in mysterious waves
One running into the other
The other running into yet another
And together, they form our web of life
And hold us captive till we die.

We will meet again my love
There are no permanent goodbyes
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  1. RaajiiDecember 13, 2012 at 3:59 AM

    Sometimes permanent good-byes are necessary, don't you think so?

    This is beautifully done though :-)

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    1. RajeshDecember 14, 2012 at 7:51 PM

      Dont know Raji. How do we wish permanent goodbyes? A good bye implies that you would want to meet again.

      Thank you for your comments. Even I loved these lines. It took a month to take shape in my mind :)

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  2. Jerral MilesDecember 13, 2012 at 10:58 AM

    This poem is one to keep.

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  3. Jerral MilesJanuary 1, 2013 at 12:41 PM

    Insightful thoughts. Thanks for this writing.

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