Life will never be the same....

As I do a trace
To assess our base
It was at a phase
We joined a race,
We both had a maze
We had to do a chase.
It was at this place
Our lives started to lace
But, with a poetic grace.
   

Little did we know then
For we wrote life with one pen.
Little did we know then
For we crossed tons of fen.
It was not easy
Neither for you, Nor for me
Yet me made it look easy,
When you accommodated me - And
When I adjusted for you.

It was a peaceful sail
And trust me,
It was a beautiful trail.
Of gales and whirlpools - We braved
Of falls and rapids - We braved,
We looked out for each other
We held out for each other.
Amongst those mishaps
We danced for our wins
We sang for our thins
We forgave our sins - As
We enjoyed our gins.
 
Beautified by a blot
It was at this spot
The words count naught,
As i open the drawers
To find our memoirs
And read the pages,
One by one.

One by one,
We took each a pen,
We promised to scribble - Scribble
With the common Pen - Again.
That "again" ceased to come,
For time seized
All that were common.

Looking back, It was
A Wonderful journey
A beautiful trail
A lifetime teacher
A modern gītā.

I gaze at the page
For more words to appear,
Alas it looks like a closure,
More or so, a terrible closure. 

We had a chance to rewrite - But
Our sails have different sight.

Life will never be the same,
For we brave against different winds.
Life will never be the same,
For we engrave with different pens.
-sramven