There’s a limit to love,
To the magnitude of the sacrifices you would make
For those that you love.
Even the two little girls
Walking down the street,
Hand in hand,
Sharing not just their meals
But their hearts as well,
Will part ways,
Finding only memories when
They peek through the cracks of yesterday,
Memories that eventually find comfort
In the confines of profound agony.
Where then does love lead us?
We are fettered prisoners of a power
Scholars explain in only seven words,
Blind to the truth
That our relevance is crumbling
Like that of the plates that uphold our universe
So long as the seraphim will it.
But all the angels died when we
Bared our souls to the unholy manifestations
Of this unholy earth.
Where then does fate lead us?
– Rubani Kaur
Photography Credit: David Bartus