The Undead Grave

an elusive offset
an unprecedented beginning
everything unexpected
yet all so happening...

he was a loner
just like me...
his persona veiled
until unveiled by me...

circumstances made me to know him further
earlier...
he was nothing but one of a feather

i have no words to account
how things got graver
all i know is...
it was the beginning
two subtle minds entwining

days passed...
his likes dislikes
were iterated by me...
same as mine by him..
you might have made a guess
yeah...all were unsaid...
we could read through, without words.

from a simple wave of gesture,
to the most intricate implications..
the look in the eye sufficed.

the happiness of the mortal world
the sadness of the undefined
we didn't need a third soul...
the two of us worked fine.

but one day...
something happened...
none of us knew "why"...

things changed.
pinned down to the emptiness
that crept through both of us...
we were ensnared in our own worlds.

he couldn't sail through this
neither could i...
without being drowned into the cold..

there was no way out..
nothing that could help us out...

the end neared...

i lay numb...
in the darkness of my soul...
i try to look out...
look of of my perspective...
all i could see was a trench...
you go in...and you never come out...

it was ages...
when he finally made me realize...

there has to be another tale...
another beginning...
a journey that never leads into the trench...

an era of communion
where even death-
when sweeps out a draught of cold..
leaves a whisper
"i love you....my other soul.."