Just you and me

And the wintry sun

Silence envelops the otherwise beautiful ambience

There is lot to be said

Yet nothing said

The difference between us that has grown

Interrupting every word that struggles to be born

My inner self waits…

So do I

To understand why we have grown apart

Why we can no longer think alike

Leading to turmoil and confusion

The silence continues till evening sun bestows

You and me

And the evening sun

Lot has been said

With both of us having heard none.