Playing
With an image
A picture.
Unexpected,
Involuntary presence
Of the whizzing clouds,
Blocked.
And just,
The entrance
To get in left.
As I step in
Queer sight
Unseen,
Welcomed.
Nothing
Is clear
To understand:
The dream.
I can not hear you,
I ‘m already deaf.
Thick clouds
Are making
My ear drums
Jammed.
I do not
Listen,
What, you listen.
I do not see
What you see,
Perceive
And feel.
What’s False
To me is
Your truth
Oh! Veil, visible
Echoing void rings
What is not
Being said is:
The silence
Between
Us.
Hem is a Pokhara based tourist guide.
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