I can tell
But there is no guarantee it will happen
There are things we don’t understand

No one understands;
but they won’t tell us that

But one thing we can be sure
None of these will matter to you or me

We are living on a petal
and the flower has decided to wilt

There is no petals left except this one
One petal holding us both

Where do we go from here
We cannot go back to where we came from
Such a place does not exist

I will tell you another way.
You can go to sleep
And hope tomorrow will be new
that you won’t remember today
That you will be transported elsewhere
that you will have your own garden
that the whole flower will belong to you

Even better, there is another way
Stop wanting others to tell you things
Make your assessment
write your name in a paper and burn it
Then say that you are reborn

None of these matter
Not to you; Not to me
we exist only in these words
sometime in between the lines
rarely..
always meaning nothing
insignificant

So forget it…

I can tell you,
but you will not understand
it is the flower’s fault
not yours or mine….

-Vinod-