Ganga' s Lover

Ganga flows like it had a purpose, like it were time

Waiting to meet her lover for the era, he of the blue throat

But alone, at unknown bends, she crashes into blind terrains, unlit forests and unforgiving cities 

I meet you too at times on her banks like I had a purpose

As if I were time waiting to meet you those space-time curves, black holes of singularity, where you and I too

Exist as nothing 

And then I wait, like she does

Until I meet the ocean of dissolution