We sit across each other,
Not knowing what to say next,
We sit in the silence,
In the hope that in deliberation,
Somewhere our ideas will meet together, and like each other; mingling like little Cubs,
As they play in the wild grasses of youthful freedom, which do not grow in the lands of today.
Maybe all that is left; are the tiring and unbecoming,
rules of engagement that lack life and take away from the blooming of beings together.
It is all but a sinking deliberation, maybe because there is no faith in what can work and what will, all you can do is take everything in and put it together in your own unique way,
And there is not much to think, even when you don't know the other person.
And the silence keeps on sinking into the flames of excitement and one does not know what to do anyway.
- Mohak G