Homogeneity..

I say a lot –blablabla with no comma,
You reply less-a long hmmm with a full stop
both of us are not wrong,
in our own ways..

I listen to your soul when you don’t talk,
You listen to my lips whenever I talk,
both of us are attentive,
in our own modes..

I read a foreign language
in between native lines,
You fail to see the figure
in between the colour strokes I make.
both of us are responsible
In our own ways..

I am awake in unwanted nights
while you sleep in hot summer noons,
I cry over undermining ulcerated thoughts,
you laugh at pimples in morning,
as if they will disappear by dusk.
both of us are scratching our scalps
in our own ways..

I travel by floating on imaginary waves,
you walk on a pretentious straight rope,
both of us are well balanced
in our own ways..

I suffer, you bear,
I express ,you suppress,
I explore,you discard,
I fume ,you freeze,
I am lost ,you are present.
Irony in harmony is,
both of us are adequate
in our own ways..

and may be,
that is the secret of a coalition..