Familiarity Breeds Dissent


Familiarity-
Couldn't be,
Words poor,
So you and me;


Rose again,
So truly
But fidelity runs,
And cannot see-


Faithless lies,
Fed daily
You to i;
And i to me.


Circles that,
Built mostly,
A life some said,
But i truly;


Felt those webs,
Had built for me,
A mask some said,
But i really;


The mirror felt,
To loop freely,
And shattered glass
To say surely


What was built,
Some dream maybe;
Where you were i,
With me as me...


(c) Gunveen Sachdeva