We are under one roof, living in two different world!
There are loads of things unsaid unshared between us, is it we are that occupied sharing it with others?
The book which was always open is now trying to cover its pages.
Back then there was laughing at silly jokes, talking for hours and cuddling nights of warm love but now;
there is silly fights, silence for months and
breakdown with push away nights.
The place which was soothing warmth is now poking quill.
I am here and you’re are there!
Our absence is not felt, is it because our presence has no meaning now?
The decisions we took of working out bit by bit, gave us distances only.
Neither you are wrong, nor am I right.
This journey which belonged to both of us,
is now on reaching the destination,
why have the paths become separated?