Buds and Blossoms
I have known you, but I have not known you at all. We are kites wandering in our own dialects, like limes and lemons. When we're on a tree together, coincidentally, because that's how we meet/met, our eyes talk in monosyllables and awkward nods. Spring is in the house and it's adequately warm, yet somehow, there are extensions of snow dew on my palms and yours too. We perform karaoke with tulips, 'The everlasting mixed...' The birds would be happy staying longer. What about our hearts? Can companionship keep them stronger? The sun is in a rush, to go for the family dinner. Just then, something shakes the tree, and we fall on the ground. Distance doesn't have an opinion on how far or close we are, we do. Our cords are intertwined, but we have parallel skies. I have known you, but I have not known you at all. ©songbriti