We live together, so close to each other

So deep the loving; in between

Yet, how close we really can keep together?

Walking alike, yet; the path is unknown.

Think alike, yet; don’t think us as one.

Being prisoned by walls, don’t make us shout out of hatred-

Dealing with bodies ignoring the soul.

Boundaries of bindings being torn into pieces;

Yet a bed is the destiny at every night.

Darkness fills the room every morning.

Deep pain burn and turn into black.

Following rituals make us exhausted;

Yet thoughts to escape keep on coming.

Following the turn when night falls

Keep on returning to that very dump bed!!