Reconciliation

Its just like that!

You get used to the shrouding vacuum opposite to you

while you sip an orange juice

while you sketch a dream in words

Once your melancholus narration of the unseen hope

crumbled down to the vacant seat against you.

The songs which you wished for yourself

kept on avoiding you.

You were left desolate -stranger on the 'messenger' with the wildly angst

Around the candle light, the emptiness opposite to me

Transpired into my other self.
I was holding my own hands

Reading the nuances of wayward palm lines

I was feeling my own breath against my face

Against the mirror I found my mate

cloaked in the rag of my desperation.
Now, wrapped in the hug of my own fingers

I linger for eternity

Long walks in the boulevard, beside my restless mind

I join my hands with my own self,

the other side of my own hollowness