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You and I on a swing-
Old bearings creak a melancholy rhyme
Through their class room windows school kids throw inquisitive gazes looking to see me kiss
And one security guard suspicious, rummaging over the ‘code of conducts’-
You and I on a swing.

You and I on a swing-
It's only you It's only I
Me munching the sweet breakfast you made ( in which you forgot to add the gravy)
And then
We touch we kiss
It’s fun, It’s bliss
Your head on my shoulder
My arms around you
And you trying to calibrate the legality of my restless hands-
You and I on a swing.

You and I on a swing.
And then with us we pick up egos
Yours and mine;
and one entire year of your fight
and some dozes of your insecurity-
You and I on a swing.

You and I on a swing-
You ask a volley of questions
You keep thinking of the future
You keep figuring out our roles
And you keep explaining why it is not love yet, and will perhaps never be!
….
But don’t you see it dear
You and I are on a swing
That glides to and fro
In the same rhythm
Keeping once you on the higher ground
Once me
For the same time duration:
And then, the swing is not about saying but about feeling!
It matters not what you say, but what you feel, what I feel!

You and I on a swing!