As is the wont of banters,
There lies a feigned jocularity,
A truth lurked in the unspoken,
Jostling every word before its egress,
Choosing to stay behind,
Till the time apt..
As is the wont of banters,
The truth does slip now and then,
At the height of lightness,
Mired into the nonsensical verses,
Choosing to remain behind,
Till the time apt..
As is the wont of banters,
In a state between volition and spontaneity,
The truth is finally in the open,
Not received with shock,
Not evincing surprise,
Like the venial stone hitting a layer of water,
Creating ripples as it drowns in the depths,
Its wake slowly and steadily sends home the point..
And in one such moment,
He walked it out,
The blanket of friendship,
And what lay beneath,
Changing something,
Between them,
Forever..
2 comments:
'Mired into the nonsensical verses'
'In a state between volition and spontaneity'
It's brilliant, both the dissection and how you chose put it.
as always, all i manage to say for the amazingly parallel comprehension you elicit each time, is an insipid thank u:)
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