There were some ramblings,
Some silent musings echoed
In silence and yet very loud.
The time entered a void,
Where those eyes met.
Somewhere in between
Twinkling and Talking,
In silence they prevail.
Reading the missed beat,
Laughs, noticed yet unnoticed.
The eyes made a story,
A song where wilted flowers bloomed.
You and I,
A song of separation,
An ode to silence.
You and I,
A story of looks exchanged,
A poem of chances lost.
You and I,
A song of belongingness,
A rhapsody of contradiction.
You and I,
Who met and are yet unmet,
Who connect in nonconformity.
You and I,
Who tread the in between,
Who smiled in apprehension.
Bemusing as it was!
Our souls just clicked right.
Realizing in peace,
Appreciating the similar dissimilar.
Whatever the souls are made of,
Ours is the same.
Rational and Pragmatic.
Decadent in smile.
Trusting the process,
And, tuning into serenity.
Where understanding fails,
Just read the vibe.
The Whiteboard of Life 