the epilogue

You, the omnipresent phantom,
A spectral apparition
Transfigured into
The bleeding azure sunrise,
The Pebble lodged in my shoe,
The glint of the bohemian crystal vase I use as a pencil holder,
Sound waves resonating forth from a melancholic song,
Reverberating heart throbs,
The affable Chimera in my siestas,
A beguiling Incubus traversing my dreams.

You morphed yourself into,
Photographs of white landscapes and alpenglow,
The zenith, the celestial sphere,
The Marrow in the bones of my lunch,
Orbs after a dry spell,
Quivering heat wave over the parched tarred road,
Jubilation after a serendipity,
Therapeutic sounds of running water,
The pungent aftertaste of ecstasy,
In the smell of the earthen rain.
Flux, constant flux

We will forever be antipodes,
Dwelling on opposite sides of the earth
Syzygies in a perpetual orbital dance,
Careening and meandering around the moon.

But now,
Analogous to a shapeless formlessness
A verisimilitude, a semblance we are.

To delete and obliterate from lucid minds,
The evils of nostalgia
A soggy quagmire.

Alas,
An epilogue to our epic Ramayana.