A soulless you and a lifeless me,
Sharing a bed, maybe cups of tea.
Cold sheets freeze with subliminal passivity
Isn’t it an example of our objectivity?
A flaccid romance,
Ignores every intimate chance
An impelled hello,
Isn’t our love but, quid pro quo?
A blistering accusation
But, to indifference, there is no salvation
A happy visage,
Is but a mere mirage
Cold dinners and unopened bottles of wine,
Pinching silences and yearnings of my heart’s confine.
A soulless me and lifeless you,
Sharing a kinship, we hope wasn’t true.
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very nice DOB...i can really relate to ur stuff... u write very well!
Veeeshnyu!
You are back with a bang!
I laike!
I get the sharing of bed part but what I don't get it is the soulless him and the lifeless you can share "cups" of tea? I mean when you have more than one cup, you have your cup of tea and let him have his cup!
By the way "soulless you and lifeless me" sounds pretty cool and poetic. I might not say the same for "subliminal passivity" - 'sounds' too non-romantic and trying to make it rhyme with objectivity totally kills the ambiance set by the first line which I repeat is beautiful (assuming that you meant cup and not cups).
Overall - good stuff. Yayy!
have you heard simon and garfunkel's 'the dangling conversation'?
check the lyrics out. big deja-vu happening. :)
@Athu
Thanks, mwaaaah!
@Jean Bean, not so lean
Thangoos ma.
@Amrit
Yes. True.
@Div
No I haven't. Well, till after reading this comment.
As of now, I have.
And yeah. I feel kinda cool now, or not. :-|
Do see Woody Allen's Husbands and Wives.
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