Tangled

Aimlessly walking, treading pointlessly.

Randomised turns, roads returned.

Loops formed, garbled loops.

I know the junctions I met you.

We explored, walked Paris.

You laughed, jested along.

I agreed, disagreed along.

I know the junctions I kissed you.

What's special in those junctions?

Is life a story of junctions?

Do junctions tell you something?

(Junctions put label on relationships:

every anniversary is a milestone,

not every moment is a milestone).

Some moments die after taking birth,

some places are empty for you,

each memory is a star in stardust,

each junction is a point in space.

Can you create stardust from stars?

Can you create space from points?

You can't and you don't bother.

Roads were tangled and will remain.

We were tangled and will remain.

We created junctions when we met.

We cherish junctions till our death.


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The view I have is that of strong memories which keep coming back to our mind and how our infinite sea of subjective experiences is nothing but a set of few junction points that we cherish again and again. Roads and lives are tangled but only junctions give them some meaning and direction. Junction sort of simplify the tangledness.