in the vast nowhere <br />with our voilent instinct, we leave <br />but every parting has a space in us <br />we have left is a one thing and ah <br />other is our mirrored freedom. <br />but is there any way past memories, <br />for its completion it creates a world of its own, <br />full of vivid colors, <br />as if oil spilled on water. <br />in the interface, you rythmically occur <br />as a stroke too bold on canvas.<br /><br />subodh pandey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stepping-out-8/
