drift

It was always you and me,

Trying to make us.

There were fights and arguments,

But then too, the days were bright.

There seemed to be an understanding,

A state of peaceful heart and mind,

There were discussions, perspectives, contradiction

But then to harmony would always reside.

Dreams used to flow, passion used to ride high,

The chattering was there, eyes always glittering with smiles,

The ambience full of laughter and desires to be one forever and never be apart even for a small time,

All of this was the perfect recipe of our blissful life.

Lost in ourselves, trying to mould in one shell,

Differences and conflicts were always kept inside.

But then came the outburst,

Things that made us were just a delusion the mind had realized.

Tolerance was shattered, pride had made its residence, and everything seemed blurred,

 ‘You’ and ‘I’ were different, individuals with not even a single similarity to coincide.

This personality of us was never visible to our eyes, but with time we could not even let it hide.

The game of love was over; the patience within us had died,

It was now no us but just two individuals burning in the flame of their own lust from life.