Within the gap of the written
and the read words, time and
space travel through disparate
emotions, experiences; but when
they meet, layers of meanings
delude, evade, coalesce.
A writer who dies in the pages,
lies and lives in the readers’ eyes,
their minds, in time and space.
Writers are read, at times heard
in volumes of grim, colured words,
readers relive their silent world
as if it were their own universe.
A space where eco-socio-political views are shared with love, compassion. Peace, above everything else.
Monday, November 16, 2020
In between the lines
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English poems
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