Shadows of us, sing a different symphony…
Of the time we parted
Only to find one another at the corner turn
Walking towards each other…
As though circled across a pattern of connected threads…
Of diverging only to converge later…
Of mellowing only to exhilarate later…
Shadows of us, weren’t strangers to meet and part away…
Rather of the ones to entwine
Inseparable, however strained at times…
But strained only to test the fragility…
A test, we passed, coming out stronger…
Of sharing all that needed to be said,
And the unsaid…
Of quiet darkness in self conflict,
To darker days of silence and buried thoughts…
Till all gushed in a ravenous flow
Upheaving the silent mutiny…
Shadows of us, sang a different melody…
Melancholic at times,
Of lovers close yet apart…
Only after which, did they see,
The enraptured depths of hidden feelings…
For their song wasn’t of a lullaby anymore,
That soothed till it lasted…
But it was more deeper,
Of music hidden in emptiness itself…
Of silence that spoke more than constant humming…
Shadows of us, spoke of you and me…
A fairytale with the tinge of reality,
A bond, inexpressible…
Of not flamboyant marches in crowd,
Of not adorned in physical moments,
Of not a minute’s infatuation….
But in a silent smile we shared,
In intimacy we vowed for lifetime…
In crazy antiques only we comprehend…
In grandeur as we stare with amazement of what we share…
In timeless and priceless moments of our existence…
Shadows of us, that arose from the colours we painted,
Of black, yet, all colours embedded within,
Absorbed in submerging depths
Of love…
