A prophecy was made,
in the beginning of cosmos,
for two souls to meet.

Aeons later, in a dimensionless universe,
these souls wafted pasted each other,
with a glimpse of recognition.

More aeons later, limited in dimension,
these souls manifested,
with no remembrance.

Rebuilding that bond,
and deluded by ignorance,
the souls danced.

The prophecy fulfilled,
each with a grim smile,
wafted away - towards destiny.

-Srividya 
May 18, 2008