Parallel lines don't meet, they just walk together, they say. Not us, but me and you, were parallel lines. I thought. But, we aren't. We are parallel universe. Dynamic. Spontaneous, not plain and straight. We're the same old souls, wounded in the same battles, stabbed with the same daggers. If only you knew. I smile the way you smile, only one corner of your lips twitching, both eyes crinkling, like a fresh drizzle of rain, half blooming flowers. I close my ears when I silence my sobs, only to hear your muffled cries. You watch the Moon with longing, for me, you're the one I see in the Moon. The touching of tendrils, the golden flakes of our orbs, the rigidity of our heart because of our circumstances, the vulnerability we never show the world, the words we like to be silent yet hear it unsaid, the nostalgia warming us when it rains, the sky being our constant friend, the night a mix of agony, solitude and relief for you and me. You see the world as I see, fencing ourselves with the harshness, hearts as that of birds, fragile and tender. I know the way your curious sight searches for the odds in things. Forgotten diaries, scribbled notes from strangers. I've found myself slipping in their shoes too. If only you knew. If the Rabb of all the universes allows, I'd like our universes to be merged. You'd love that too. I know. You and Me to Us. But you and me, do know, it's just the Dua that one can always render to. And then, you too are uncared to pronounce it, and I too am tired to mention it. For, we're the Parallel Universe. Side by side, confined in our own self, some embankment of world separating You and Me, not Us. If only you knew, dear soulmate.![]()
Zeenat Nazeer
{ Page 289 from Diary - 8th July 2021}
