On the faraway horizon, twinkling with impossible possibilities,
does the limitless sky really meet the infinite sea?
do all the permutations and logic really give way to this amazing spectacle?
Behind those foggy borders of green forests,
behind those shiny borders of antique rocks,
as they smidgen, each other's surfaces, caressing into one another's skin,
do they converse on their long-awaited longing,
that curiosity of actually meeting someone,
someone whom you kept seeing all day long,
a constant mirror to each other's souls?
Questions bubbling inside waiting to burst open,
that seemingly impossible friendship, a bit weird to think of,
from the perspective of a layman, of anyone,
but do they know what goes on in the far horizon,
when they finally converge into that bit space,
a space to call their own,
a space that no one else could reach?
Or maybe these thoughts are all but a mirage,
the cold monsoon laced winds playing with my thoughts,
giving rise to such scenarios of impossible friendships,
of unscientific conclusions,
but who knows what's beyond human eyes and comprehension.