When we fall out on some trifling matter

Refusing to diplomatically agreeing to disagree amicably

And instead tend to argue some point

Each adamantly adhering to his own stance or notion

Then the embryo of discord germinates on the soil of wrath

Heated words fly off like sparks incinerating the relation

Igniting anger and silent forgotten past faults

Often unmeant words are spoken just to hurt

Or to merely score off a point over another

Finally venomous silence hiss in the steaming solitude

As each ignores the other’s existence with disdain

But hearts bound by cords of love rarely remain

Separated by angry dicord for a long long time

As moments flow by the worthlessness of the tiff

Is realised and then guilt is born of remorse

Then burnning with repentence one seeks reconciliaation

Each confessing his own faults and discrepancies

And promising never again to utter ugly words

And riddled with saccharine kisses and hugs

Then honeyed words of neutalisation flow

Endless promises are made and love professed yet again

Gifts are exchanged and bouquets of fragrance shared

To make ammends for the pain caused and tears shed

And love blooms again rejuvenated by tears of emotions

Like the rainbow resplendent after the darkest of storms

Or a flower smiling in basking rays after the tempest leaves

Reconciliations only strengthen the bond of love

Bring us closer and making one accept the other with the faults

Having tasted the acrebic taste of discord and loneliness…