I have seen the wonders of the ancient world,
I have seen how they break, I have seen how they whirl.
In the cyclone of time, they turn into dust
As sure as the flood, as sure as the iron rusts.
Slowly but surely, worlds will break
As ties of people, dissolve and dissipate
Into an abyss so deep, even ink is not as dark
An abyss that even daring souls, shiver to embark.
Yet if you peer down, at the bottom of the pit
You will see a faint light, seemingly dimly lit.
That, my friend is a trick of the eye,
That light is brighter than the sun, brighter than the dawn’s high.
For there we see, the rebirth of the world
By a tailor unknown, the strings are twirled
They are broken, they are joined, they end and they meet
As sure as the river’s flow, as sure as the child’s playful deceit.
The bonds that you make are really something pretty
With family, friends, or with the lover you fancy.
Compared to the wonders, they seem rather small,
But like the destruction of the world, they are also joined in all.
Joined with the strings that weave and twine
These bonds will form again, with new people this time
In another world, another reality, another universe, another normality
Another beautiful minimalistic friendship, gifting each other with no frugality.
Know in your heart that the end of all things man made
Is not true, it is just a trance
Where you will be woven into another form.
Who knows what bonds you will be happy with, over which you will mourn?
Yet, take care of the ties you make
For these ones are not fake
As they are made by a past self of your own caliber
So don’t be a dodger, do not be your own challenger.
Keep these ties close and safe
For who knows what bonds, your other self may create.
Author: Aditya Iyengar