You presence is like a surgery to me,
I am feeling like a raw material
Without accessories,
And have no choice,
But to learn
The art of being,
Without need to be “doing”.
And you?
You might have two things in your mind-
The past and the dream,
But what is in between?
Have you ever thought?
What is in between?
I can’t reach you-
Wall of glass is
Between us.
I am thinking
Is it real you
Or it is only me
Who wants to see
How you have to be?