My Stranger

I was there, and so was he

Time was the same,

Yet it was slow

Desire in hearts,

But oppressed 

Same warm breaths,

But suffocated

The same body and soul,

But weary and tired

Once we were one

But now seemed like strangers

He looked at me, and I looked at him

Yet, were not able to know each other

Were not able to love

But also could not push away

Then why the whims of love

I am I

But, who is he?

Manisha Sharma~