We talk at length, my love
of things that dont matter, things so pity
We please with little stories n jokes,
we try so hard to be witty
We talk about routines n irregularities
of books n movies, of silences and parties
We talk of goodness and the good, and of the evil too
we talk of misdeeds n regrets, of gifts n charities
We talk at length, that we do
trying to find meaning in what is said
trying to catch the touch in voice
trying to smell the breath..
We have our own little stories made
but my love, is it but a facade
Its what we have in the name of intimacy
as the feel of our skin and bodies fade
We fight and we argue about non issues
we the jealous, idealism we feign
we burn in fire of the trivialities
of what is not heard or seen
As our eyes get cold n smiles become scarce
as our last kiss withers into the space
The air between us gets heavy n moist
moist are the hollow eyes..moist is the damp face
Yet when u touch me with music,
music in your whispers, in your sighs
it makes me shiver with pleasure
It makes complete the two lives
