Their Eternity

There is no end to the Ganges.
And yet, even when thinking that thought,
It merges with the Bay of Bengal.

And still, the Bay carries her,
As if she is his own,
Oh, the love!

Yet, she may settle down on the ocean bed,
Forgotten and
Never to remembered again.

Leaving all of her old self,
All of what defined her previously,
For her new found love, the Bay.

A sea of sacrifice and tears, and
Yet, the perfect blend of
Two lovers.

Lovers who meet, never to be separated again,
Destined to be together,
Ensured by Rain.

On and on
For the world to remember their love
For eternity.

Its often so that this love is all but ignored,
By folk who care no more about
The finer details of the lore.

But their love shall live on,
In the memory of the ocean,
Flowing in its waters of perpetuity.

The stormy skies crash down
Cruelly with ferocity,
Tearing them apart.

They are but those tiny additions of love,
To a love that can't saturate;
Endless and limitless.

Thence they leave the Ocean, for
It can no longer contain their love.
They go far away.

Far away from this world,
To a place where there is no I or You;
To a place where all that there is, is a We.

                                                                    - By Shraddha Dubey and Batmanwrites