Parallel lovers,they never meet
But they wait aside.
Under shades of purple boughs,
as the crickets start to sing.
Parallel lovers promise to travel beside.
A morbid season scene
an open umbrella lying fragile
Like two unknown souls walking,
they whisk by.
As doves crossing scorching horizons
or
rather some faraway sunset
They walk like roads that diverge in the mind,
they lie waiting to unwind themselves.
They shall never unwind
they shall never wake up to a sunrise forlorn.
They shall be tired like the lovers’ waits
or
Be gone like the midnight encore.
Another day
Another set of parallel lovers
they maybe called, to be a distant quest.
Just like a broth that has made in it a porridge mess.
A heartfelt cynicism
A skeptic at the bay
A romantic sits aloof
or another lonely couple get away.
They all speak like parallel lovers,
with their minds or friends or muse.
They meddle with parallel lovers,
like the words, phrases or an emotion still due.
the mountains echo
or
the words cried,remain unheard.
A sudden feeling crawls, leaving behind cravings for a sudden
hilltop haul.
Solitude and nostalgia, they might refuse to meet
Like parallel lovers on rugged docks
sitting across oceans,that lay in between.
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