winding whirlpools...

I lean upon my long lost friend
To scour the long left rooms
Of bitter sweet memories.

Two complete strangers
A play of fate, a play of words
Rushing smear of words,
A battle of wits.

Shocking intimacy
Ruthless reality
Reason for togetherness,
Reason for separation?

Steps roll into a distant past,
Creativity, whip lash wits,
Eros and a splash of colours.
Delusional thoughts strung incoherently,
Suggestive with a bright aura
Substituting images with words.

The animate and the inanimate,
Worlds in their own,
Separate dreams of him and me.