Monday, March 22, 2010

No wine for me please, just Harsha!

Many thousand miles and continents apart,
In different time zones and climates,
Submerged in different routines,
We live this wonderfully connected life,
Exchanging thoughts that synchronize perfectly,
an orchestra without a conductor,
yet without chaos.
sharing every significant moment of ours,
to each experience dual lives,
yet without schizophrenia,
Constantly figuring out the puzzle called life,
challenging and engaging each other,
to create an irrefutable solution.
Love is a surreal experience,
that will keep me intoxicated for life..

2 comments:

dilip said...

Love is in the air and someone is drunk with it..:):)
Way to go!

Karthik said...

Aha.... Sooper poem.. Harsha must be floating in the air.. :)