Liberation

What remains is nothingness;

A giant void in the languid memories

Of all that was,

And that could not be.

Did anything make a difference?

Ask the heart that sensed it all,

The nuances of love, ecstasy and pain

Beyond measure.

That which was trussed;

Within obligations and domination

Of spineless love,

Is now unfettered.

That which has spread it’s wings;

Will find the way, through the clouds

Of agony, towards the rising sun,

That’s where one belongs.

The leap of faith;

And hope of light,

Uniqueness of the gleam

In those pair of eyes.

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And...In The Fullness Of Time

Between the beginnings and the ends;

There is time that unfurls,

And the distinct universe does unfold.
Between being loved and unloved;

The mere state of one’s being turns unbeing.

Distances grow, endless chapters locked within;

Between prologue and epilogue.

Between being happy and unhappy;

Everything dwindles to become an impression.

Between yesterday and tomorrow;

Today is the best day, irrevocable too,

Let it sink in fervently.

Between being touched and untouched;

Are, surreptitious glances exchanged,

Till the magic wanes;

Between being kissed and unkissed.

Between being valued and unvalued;

Are, sentiments and emotions,

That behest to be felt.
When there are million seconds to fill in;

Between words and silence.

Time seems to stand still;

Between being spoken to and remain unspoken.

And eventually, time flies;
Between being expressed and unexpressed.

Nonetheless; That which demands to be

Felt is unfelt,

Loved is unloved,

Valued is unvalued,

Expressed is unexpressed,

And, in the fullness of time; Lost.

Published on Writer's Ezine- September 2015 Edition

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