Swaminatha Paripalaya

The two parallel lines who intertwined

The two parallel lines who intertwined,

The two parallel lives who intertwined.
They came from far... unable to see the other.
They met, they seemed to know each other.
The vibrations they created in each,
Were more than the sands on any beach.
Glances, smiles, namaskarams, laughter,
Sharing, learning, growing faster and faster.
The sun, the moon, the stars all seemed to dance,
The Pancha Bhutas didn't leave nothing to chance.
Red and green, orange and white, black and blue,
All melded together; melted into one single hue.
But two parallel lines they were, go away they will,
Like the petals of a flower, connected though, still
The fragrance they leave, the colours they shower,
The bees they make joyful, from flower to flower
They leave the world a happier, loving place
One at the feet of the Master, the other with Grace.
There is nothing more to say, that's fine.
Cos two parallel lines... they rarely intertwine