I write, again

Was

on a high-highway

sorted all, all in place

fenced by will

and the trues.

En route, I found

a branching-boulevard

overfilled with passion

and with escape.

That

gleaming grin 

for me, imparting

Excursion-Endearment-Esteem

Replenishment!

Yes! 

a chaotic attractor

instilling into my soul

promptly nurturing me

to accomplish.

But

Farawayness-

of time

over again.

Yet

Hours-Days-Weeks

of wait for

the needful 

and untimely

rains.

To fill up the

deepness of 

Oblique-Emptied-Hollow

river ‘tween us.

So

Waiting 

to float across

and waiting more-

for that

desired touch 

to create.

Moreover, to attain

our notion of 

unending embrace.

And

queries dinging

in my mind-

While I reach, will you be there?

Or will just fade away?

Reigning Love? 

Or hurt again?

That’s why

I write,

Again.

-Abhinav Chhabra