Betwixt brotherhood

What I see in your eyes when you're with me..

..do they see the same?
A sharp glance has more power than mere words to me
Or probably that has to do something with your strange intensity
Or me.

Or none of us.

Do decades matter?
Does brotherhood matter?
Does a fervent goodbye undo all the knots in the depths of one's heart?
Solve all the puzzles cramped in the corner of conscience?

Why does history have to repeat when life is already adequately complex..!

(c) Anu Madhubhashinie 

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