SYMBIOTICALLY

Like old gnarled trees
In an otherwise barren land
We twist and root ourselves
We reach out wide and deep inside
For souls filled with light
Grasping thoughts
From swaying dreams
We absorb the wisdom of life
Then transform ourselves
And twine some more
That's how amity survives.

Telepathic Proximity

Transatlantic conversations
Teetering and tottering
Ticks of black and blue thoughts
Grins and sniggering
Between the lines
Peppered with happiness
A mere chat
The ocean but a table across
Bridging the gap

Decaying links

The decay of communication day by day
Sometimes leaves one little to say.
Words become few and often nay
Few are too many for some peoples' day.
Friendly conversation hinders one's pay
Time to chat just fading away
Familiar faces move totally astray
Friendship and kinship suddenly fray
Get-togethers with family are a delay
Compared to efficient work anyway
The loss of conversation may
Ruin your special day
But hey
Stay.
                     Shivangi Vyasulu