Reading the same books together,
watching the same movies,
we discuss the world which surrounds,
our talks,though,are without sounds.

Our thoughts mirroring each other,
our likes matching uncanny,
opinions never going against the other,
even the mood swings occurr in sync.

Laughing over the world's eccentricity,
celebrating our quirks and oddities,
we share our drinks and sorrows,
I don't mind,when he,
my favourite jacket borrows.

Our minds think alike,
our plans overlap,
our steps follow one rhythm,
equally intelligent,equally dumb,
we might look no different to some.

You must have met him or me someday,
to tell which one,there is no way,
sometimes i am him,sometimes him me,
its funny though,you will never see the we,
we hate it when the number becomes three,
though he comes out in all his elements,
when a cloud of loneliness on us descends!