When everything had turned on their mute mode
Those two were distinct from this code

Though there were numerous statues....
But only those two had lives.

Everyone had a separate world
But those two...in each other were curled

Wait...................
They aren't love birds
They are strangers....they are unknown
Still they aren't alone

They started with a...'hi'...'hello'
And then that heart fellow
Just stopped skeddadling

And started telling

All the possible lame things

Ushered opening

The secret hidden in the heart's wings

Was it a start...that leads to the entangled fingers

OR

Was it a start ...that leads to the ' ending song ' sung by the harsh singers

The more they exchanged their sphere

For each other...more they developed care

Albeit they met for the first time

They got blown in each other...like a wind chime

One was a history lunatic

Other was a literature fanatic

One was calm and composed like valleys

Other was obstreperous and furious like volcanoes

They were those two parallel opposite sides

....that attracted each other but never went on the " together rides "

They talked about Michalengaelo and Mussolini

They talked about the powerful time

About the life's rhyme

About how things don't matter

About the moments when their bones clatter

About how bad was the day

About how they are travelling through their way

About the sky

About the night's cry

About the chair on which they sat

About the stage's mat

About the hall in which they breathe to have another glimpse of life......

But then their bond got cut with an errie knife

The knife of time has done this crime

The knife of fate has increased their distance rate

They weren't much far

But between them was a huge car

In which were seated....

The other people who were heated

With their unnamed relation

With their invincible connection

What started with a "hi"

Never received a "good bye"

Both returned to their universe......

But those three hours that had elasped within a blink

Have made clouds in their heart that forever sinks

Sink and shower the drops of soothing memories on their aching heart

And this was the "3-Hour " talk that forever travels in their life's cart