The twain shall meet

Photo Cortsey: Fight_Club_by_evil_penguins

So after many days 

we sit across the table

yes you and me

as if we are parts of a fable

there are lines, thin, but tensed

while i am all whines 

about feelings which no one sensed

So I start the talk

with a fetch of a small walk

"Where have you been these days

A bug and a furrow and happiness like sorrow"

He winks waves wanders mellows

Cause he looks sullen with the sun yellow

He says, then thinks, perches his lips and again winks

The words just linger but not long enough to chide the finger

He thinks and thinks

while I contemplate

was it a yin or a yang

or just plain words that killed him off his slumber

I never saw him agitated so much

like a nurse with the tip of a death stench

He was not someone who would wait

and wait to answer what he never knew

but then today he waited

at my jibe he waited

we both knew that the cacophony had to emanate soon

the clothes he wore were to be shed soon

a million coffers down and a zillion oaths sworn

I asked him again not of his absence

but of his ominous presence 

of his stock hair and stoic pretence

Finally he graced me with words

fit enough to be a kings hearse

He said that he never knew angst nor disdain

he felt that now maybe his feelings too weren't his own

Stuck between a mirage of gloom

and a sea of bloom

He never knew if it was guilt bequeathed 

or sun kissed weed

Days of commonality were just a denomination

absence of happiness was just a mere absolution

we agreed that dejection was me

not feeling adequate was me 

fun frolic faith was but me

appearances drooled while the world in which i lived ruled

It has been long when the you and me have little differences

It was like a homecoming cause the we was me

the twain were me 

soon we met and we met for good

cause the disdain was but me

~Harsha