A Conversation

 

I: Who am I? 

We: You are me.

I: Who are you? 

We: 

I am the early morning breath that fills up your lungs, reboots your brain, and banishes your languor.

I am the first shower of rain that the parched world drinks up pining over the scent of drenched soil, coveting my return.

I am the soil that holds the ground under your feet when the ashen gloom downs on your shoulders ripping the very balance out of you.

I am the burning flame that dances in your fireplace making the heat rush up to your cheeks, casting the room in my fiery glow.

I am that what makes the stars blaze in all their glory, blinding bright, ever radiant, so lucidly dark yet so candescent.

"I"was set ablaze in the brilliance of this realisation. By Loosing itself in "We","I" found itself. Now that "I" has been incinerated, only "We" remain..

PS: The sequel "Confidence & Conceit" coming soon...

Spaces between us

I try with all my might

To roll my tides as high as I can,

Every second of everyday

I tirelessly spring for the sky, 

My tides pleading with the heavens

To finally hear my cry.

We are both stained in blue,

Kindred souls of the same hue.

Am I your reflection?

Or are you mine?

Either way you don't seem to hear me,

Your head held high in the skies.

We may be of the same shades

But you are high and I am deep,

In our likeness we are converse,

For we only meet at the horizon.

Divided as we are...

by the spaces between us.

              

                                                                                                                     -Vama