How Far?

By Pragati Yadav

Where are we going?

Have you stopped listening to the unsaid presence?

Presence of dark and light;

presence of stillness, and the other creature that says nothing still dresses up with every anxious fur it can wear.

The fast-moving life, and the slow-paced light?

Will you be able to hear that person calling you?

That person with the flawed green and the blue;

sitting in dark blocking the vision and waiting to stay as dear as possible to the one who holds the tears.

When captured by a wounded knife,

something that smelled like a soul was never found!

Have you lost that wrecked mirror never heard and touched, yet your hands bleed!

Guess what?

That unflawed clock through which the sun has been asked to leave

is NOT ANSWERING at the moment.

By Pragati Yadav