Two Metaphors

Why do you call me ?

For I am nowhere

I do not exist..

Am a wait

An eternal wait, you are too..

An unknown I am, yet 

Intensely known by your heart

Forever close

Forever apart

You know me in your sighs and pain

To be remembered again

I leave, from where I do not come

I am not what you know

You are not what I know

We, the two metaphors of my poetry

Exists only in non-existence !

~Manjuri~