Lives apart we stay together...
opinions different we stick around each other..
hardly do we share our thoughts...
seldom do we talk...
rarely do we titter and giggle...
once in a blue moon we experience ecstatic-joy...
mundane life keeps us busy...
time tickles away...
lapse of soulful-unison recurs...
love lost or spasms of agony accumulated? ? ?
the void enlarges to fill me with nothingness..
The fouth dimension is really difficult to keep at hand and that encroaches the other three dimensions... The nothingness created by times reciprocates itself into the distance.... waht a wonderful depiction of the situation... nice work...: -)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks Abhishek...for the response