I. Friend o' mine
It's long since a beautiful conversation has brightened up our day
Just after the odd hour of the afternoon
When the bustling surrounding is in temporary repose
When our worlds are in line with one another
I hear the device beep
Time passes as if in sleep
Simple yet sophisticated is the tone
Of projects and discoveries
Of mundane miseries, you know them all
We steal hasty glances
Should we invite chances, of suspicion
Who knew, our peace resided in a soul
Lightyears apart
I don't know if we look alike,
But our voices are the same, and also our name
Your ideas and thoughts are different though
That's how it is supposed to be
In fiction
With you, conversation has now become an addiction, almost like talking to my own self
But, how long
Before one finds out in due time
This secret of ours
II. Once they come to know the mystery
They'll say
Worlds are not meant to work this way
Interaction hinders normal function
Oblivious to
The tranquility and comfort of a synergy
For the soul is split
Into countless fragments
One yours, one mine, and the others
In worlds misaligned at this odd hour
They won't be wrong,
We all know how much the second law likes chaos
A murderer of peace, of calm
The king of anarchy
Yet for our own good, we'll go on
Careful and cautious
And should they come to know
We'll say how infinity outweighs any finite
Two in our case, in our defence
The rest is up to them
Here they had been doubting me for days
It's truly long since they destroyed the 'Communicator'
Not knowing what it really was
But if you remember a bit of what existed
An invention that was both ours
It could not have gone in vain
As now we are united
And we converse, but with our own selves.