Posted in Poem

That Line

Drop by drop I’ll melt one day
In some deep oblivion.
I am some body now,
Then… I’ll be no one.

Where will my ego be?
Where will my pride go?
May be, left in tatters or so
To meet the end of show.

What remains then,
Will it be mine?
I don’t know, I won’t know,
Once I’ve crossed that line!

I wonder,
What lies before the start
And after the end!
I know,
Time can’t reach there,
Nor can one be send (with baggage).

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Where…IX

[Continuation of Where…VI]

Where we grow as
our love evolves.
Where lower feelings
dissolve and egos devolve.
Where doubt, ever crops, is
sorted with faith and resolve.

Where silence of heart
overrules the voice of lips.
Where tolerance interns
in bouts of miff.
Where thoughts differ;
let not the respect dip.