you and I
are never in the same page,
life is living in a harmony
it has never been a race.
my heart is beating a symphony
and the melancholy melody goes up high whenever you are there.
the quiet spiral of my silence
the knots of my soul.
what about scrambling without any act of violence,
peace can always solve it all.
we are cowering in a vibrant commiseration
lest the ephemeral lugubrious rage.
lest the gale of abomination,
hopelessly attempting to bridge up the gap of age.
our inmost thoughts are a manifestation,
of putting our dulcet love in a cage.
let’s cease the inconsolable pain we cause,
to you and I,
by you and I.