When I had cancelled a trip
Saying some emotions were awry
She shared a write-up on cicadas
A beautiful write-up on the beauty
That is yet present in impermanence
For a season, shining in all glory
And I responded with my sick adaa
As only I could in that mood
Dismissing everything petulantly
Including the Advaitic bond
That kept us together
For however short a period
Short perhaps it was going to be
Given she in love with the cicada
Me all wrapped up in my sick adaa
Such is destiny, neither of us
Were ever or can ever be
Protagonists of this world play
That goes on, and on, and on…
Know Thyself 