Not About You And Me Poem by Suryendu Chaudhury

What bothers me is an absence;
What bothers you is a presence;
What bothers us is an existence.

In a broken mirror, a distorted image,
I hold you in a glass too brittle,
Your pour me into that clichéd chalice.

I swear by truth, it's all a lie,
You swear by life an urgency to die,
Our coffins adore a bed too cosy.

Beneath a sky who meets whom?
An earth that traces a rise to doom,
And calls us to share an infinite room.

Broken dreams float into my sleep,
You look out into a void and weep,
We never dream to look upon each other.

The universe slowly eats into my brain,
You recede from yourself like an oblivious necessity,
We lost faith on the night we were born.