Wonder!
Of distances, I wasnt concerned until yesterday. This soul, right beside me, looked outside, pouted several times, listened to his lingering sighs, and didnt pronounce a word. One can breathe with another person all life, yet can defer living with.
Of decision, I never mulled on until last afternoon. Ra had uttered "safe moves." I remained benumbed as how to pin down the exactness of this term "safety." Three dimensions, I can correctly pen: Body, Soul, and Spiritual. Soul and Spirituality quite complement the other, and sans them "body" doesnt own a value.
Safe! how safe I am ? A fear held me, from dawn to dusk, safe - hiding ... some where I am safe.
I reason the measured ounces of safety, yet I am unconvinced.
Every touch and droplets of words stand a value when it is coated with expectations. Some of the silences scoops your soul out, its painful - as if being clawed. An interia mounts in soul, it becomes lazy, and the face right in front gets hazed.
Of goodbyes, I had taken my eyes of. As if some more time, some more questions lingering in my eyes, some of neglect, some more time.
I wonder! What silences speak to me
Of what I can or cannot see
I wonder! If only you speak a word
And still I can remain unheard
