stray

even after all these years..

i leave my sentences midway..

coz they wont matter even if completed..

as if i havent made myself understood..

or i have never been understood the way i expected..

or maybe coz i never did expect in the first place..

i stayed along the bank of the river..

like a stray thread of straw..

who wants to touch the water..

to smell its pureness..

to stay near it foreverlong..

but never completes its journey to the river..

leaves it midway like i do with my sentences..

coz it thinks whether the river would ever understand its desire of closeness..

pure and holy..

and maybe the straw has never been understood..

coz it never expected the river to understand anything..

for maybe the amount of longing in its heart..

could never be reciprocated by the river,if misunderstood..

so it stays on the bank..

until one day,the river comes ashore to show its understanding and holds the straw..

and the straw drowns.