We're both
You and I
Packets of
conflict
Which we've
somehow learnt
To package
within
The warm
comfort
Of chaos
And cohabitation.
We're both
You and I
Starved
Within our
respective set ups
Of repute
and fulfilment
The flakes
of which erode
As we dunk
Head first
In our
tentative hooks of attachment.
We're both
You and I
Seeing
through this shallow
Merciless
Groping
world
Together
And within
the counted hours
Of agitated
murmurs
Do we find the
sanity
Of shared
dissent.
We're both
You and I
Ready to fly
Unto the
horizons
Of risings
dawns
And calming
twilight
For too much
light
Was never
our turf
To play out
the game of life
Within.
We're both
Getting by
On truth and
a lie
Unhinged
from our reality
But
necessary for theirs.
Our
existence only counts them
As
expressions
Potent
If well
uttered.
Our truth
encompasses
The need to
lie
To keep
palaces of love
And lustre
Afloat.
We're both
Sitting
aloof
Under a
common roof
Of practiced
codes.
We're
drilling
Endless skies of imagination
Within these roofs of convention.
Endless skies of imagination
Within these roofs of convention.
Our
belonging is in pristine secrecy
Unhindered
by mores
Undefined by
the knowns.
We're both,
Both brave
and naive
And hence
lethal
To
conditioning
And
evolution
Of mimetic
contours and edges.
We're
tracing our own
Eclectic filigree
Of
infrequent passion
Subsumed by
over-awing need
To be
different people
Within the same
Ancient
Within the same
Ancient
Conventions
of chivalry.
We're both
Breaking
conventions
By upholding
chivalry.
Our
rebellion is quiet
Lit by clandestine glee
Lit by clandestine glee
In the warm
glow of which
We carve a
sub-realm
Of demands
and unrealistic dreams.
Realism was
never our cup
Or perhaps
it was
Not that china held in dainty hands
But one
gurgling on wobbly beams.
We’re both
Evolution’s
pride
And each
other’s private nightmares
Full to
breaking with intensity
We know our
lust for creativity
Can subsume.
We’re yellow
today
And red
tomorrow
And blue in
distance
And golden
each rise of morrow.
We are
Our private
griefs
Shared from
a distance
For the
insistence
On owning
our misery
Is absolute.
Our misery
makes us whole
Our love
breaks us
Into miserable
quarters
Of timepieces set wrong.
Of timepieces set wrong.
We’re both
Accepted by
the obtuse
And scorned
by the obvious.
We’re both
Silenced by
conversations
And stirred
by observations.
We’re both
Traced by
the confused
And rejected
by definitions.
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