Relook

I have seen my creations, loving and raging.

I have seen them being born.

I have seen them passing away.

I have nurtured a few.

I have burnt a few more.

But what makes me the the saddest is when they set their own pyre on fire.

And I feel it because my creation had the one essence that hurt me, and it, the most.

Loneliness.

I was too harsh on myself when I expected all my creations to be true.

To be perfect.

Sometimes, they just were meant to teach us our mistakes,

And expectations ruin it.

Even the bright light of knowledge that emanates from its fading self.

That one light we were supposed to see.

We were supposed to see the light, not chase and try to catch it.

Let alone follow it to its source.

Our existence requires, or may require us to diverge to different paths.

Tread different roads.

But remember,

Remember me and that one place,

That one creation of ours.

There, oh dear, I shall be whenever you need me.

Let us relook at that light again,

As one.

And one alone.