Conclusion of an Evening Conversation

A little lost, a little crazy,
yet intricately woven,
lies your tale and mine.


A little sober, a little drunk,
like the boat made of words,
is floating in the waters of heaven,
breathes your evening and mine.


A little strutting,
A little coy,
and an unknown relation,
is your abode and mine.


A little conundrum,
A little simple,
seems the circumstances,
of your life and mine.


The tale, the evening,
the abode and our lives,
so much we have in common,
and so little we realize!

Copyright © 2013 Ankita Kashyap