Even Parallel Lines Meet at Infinity...

(Pardon the meter, and this terrible excuse for a poem. A literary disgrace, it might be, but 'tis necessary for me!)

Distance makes the heart grow fonder, they say
Many a time that might be true,
But sometimes, miles and miles away
Is simply just not right, I rue.

Happy, I should be, with life working out,
But why is being alone tearing me apart?
Why this hurt, this pain? I shout.
Handling all this with a smile is an art!

So used to staying in constant touch,
So used to sharing every smile, every tear.
Forced separation tears me too much,
I'm muddled,confused, and nothing's clear.

It should not be so painful or difficult.
Why is handling my emotions so hard?
The feelings are mutual and shared, but
Circumstance is making me the sad bard!

It has only been few months or less,
But what about the months to go?
When will these lines meet, not digress?
Such agony, such terrible woe!

A lament on communication, the lack of it?
When mobiles phones and internets abound?
Hoping is something I can do, and I can long wait,
But will this satellite start going around?

Narrowmindedness is to me a thorn,
Please break the dogmas and the rituals,
Stop the Old Indian/s with the horn!
Let me/us be. Banish the rules!

I know this separation ain't for long,
You can't stand it either, I know!
Missing you a lot, and hence this song
Just verse, wordifying my sorrow...