Parallel Streams Poem by Vaibhav Simha

The ether in murky cloud, a setting for beauty's shroud,
Declared naught but apathy, ere the cosmic pageantry;
For when I was on an elevated bimble, out came the nimble
Footslogging towards the other: two eyes of the deific usher.

A day before the parading spectacles, jostled their sentinels,
Who, perchance or by fate, faced each other on the date:
Both tailed with inferno, intent for wedlock yet adagio;
Like two star-crossed streams, in their fate were no seams.

The world beheld it, though none but I, the exchange anigh.
They saw in it beauty, rarity, novelty, and, a few, serendipity,
But in those moments, I espied a war betwixt torments
And tidings: there's no beauty in just beauty—sweet musings!

Two parallel streams missed their confluent dreams,
Their water, fiery gleams: in darkness, striking leams;
A shadow of the surfeit wells that are Dual happy hells.
This vying between alps and dells truly beauty sells.

No deep, no hollow comes without our minds shallow;
No farm nor fallow arises without us being humanly callow.
For the grace and glitter of the former is set in the latter:
This truth makes no ridge flatter, for this forms life's matter.