My Old Known...

Comprehension.

Is a tough task.
Especially of things you have never dealt with,
Of people you have never known,
Of destinations you have never visited.

Understanding unseen avenues,
Requires efforts to the core
You need help to establish
That the unknown would become known
And you would rejoice in it
Just as you do the things
You already know

Yet, not knowing something is
Reason enough for saying
"I dont know it yet!",
For who has been able to
fathom deep into
The meanings not seen, not met.

But how do I explain this.
This lack of understanding,
When the unknown is a known
When I knew with surety
That the known was known all

That the argument of no familiarity
Does not hold true,
That the excuse of newness
Is afterall just an excuse

Or so it can be
That this inability
Is not one at all
That which I call new,
Was an old bond lost
 to be recalled;
That mere setbacks can not
Be termed unfathomable comprehensions
That the familiarity has
Always been a thing

For when a truly familiar avenue,
Seems like a destination far
That is when comprehension and patience,
Observe from a corner,
For they know this familiarity comes
From that old bond,
Which is why it is rock strong:
However, when such a bond encounters
A parting by distance,
Takes not long to know and decide
What seems like you have not understood
Is a soul you only have misunderstood.