Strangers,
That is what we become.
Discontentment and unresponsiveness
wall in our teeming vitality
to celebrate or lament completeness
You and me,
The product of rebellious constraint
of fate and unpredictability.
The forgotten bliss of comfort,
belongingness, innocence and liberty
A word,
holds diversified yet definite meanings
it’s there when it needs to be spoken,
when nothing is left to be said, it is lost
then you search for it again to fix the broken
Us,
A word which used to mean something
between gray areas, over every sunset
now the word proclaims only nihility,
stresses finality and ends up in death.
