Our sweet home with two rooms
Now, seems to be a vacuum with two strangers,
You & I, wandering incoherently
Aimless and endless, good old we
Looking deep in the chasm between us
Probing for last nail to fix
The coffin full of shared feelings.
Passage, between two rooms,
Congested of our footprints,
Molestive passage is longing
To see them mingled intimately.
Thin fringes of our emotions,
Have parted our mutual passionate desperation.
White pigmented but naked walls
Moist with the tears of EROS,
Hanging mirrors are commotive
By seeing our tempestuously quiet eyes,
HE is bribing us to live as river and as wind
Wandering alongside on
The barren fields of conflictions and afflictions.
Every door and every window is struggling
to check the whirl of wind
Wind is scared of making bustle,
Every fuss is in quietude,
Every remnant of lively home
Is still since we smiled last,
Bonds of estrangement are tired
Nemesis is ready to redress every wound,
But we, a bit more injured,
Standing far-apart, are still searching
The last nail to fix the coffin of
Alive breathing memories.
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