Standing at the crossroad,
I felt your presence.
Looking at those pale dark eyes,
Two drops of angst, trickled through mine.
Its now, that the sea has no thirst.
Satiated, the river too flows silently.
Aren't we the same, both You and I. Standing,
At the very crossroad, existing between us?
My destination meets me, at the crossroad.
I shall tread my path, from the same juncture.
For you shall never see, the lone truth.
It's not too often now. It's not that often.