Held in a photograph

Where is the boundary.. Where to start, where to stop.. when to start, should you start at all? Why does everything reciprocate? Do you want me to start? Do you want me to cross? You want me to cross cause you cant cross yourself.. I want you to cross cause i cant cross myself. What a fix..!! I am still, you are still as well.. Looking at each other.. Your face looking at me with sympathy and sadness. Is it sad remembering the good old days of fun and love? Is it sad that it cant see the same joy in my eyes? Is it sad cause of something else? Those eyes say it all.. and there is that smile.. Not a smile of joy. The smile you see on a mother whose son is going away for war.. she is sad but she is proud.. i see the same smile.. it is killing me..

what do i feel? i want to touch it.. touch the face that i once longed to.. its no more the same.. there is a world of relationships around you.. it has covered you in its web.. i can not touch you.. i cannot reach you.. no i cant.. we can just look at each other..

Dear friend.. there is no boundary.. you have made that, to stop yourself.. and i have made that to stop myself.. there is no more reciprocation.. i can not help it that i feel your pain.. but i can not shed tears.. i can not help it that i feel like hugging you.. but i can not move an inch.. we are just the characters in a painting.. held still.. photograph of a time long gone by.. i can still look at you.. but forgive me for everything.. i can not move an inch, shed a tear or even blink my eye.. let alone comfort you in my arms..