The lost river...

We decided to break the wall

from both the sides.

By the time we could make

some major damages to it,

our parts of river started gushing through the gaps.

And suddenly we realized ourselves

left amidst the remnants of an archaic wall.

We expected a united river

when the wall is broken, but

the whole river in turn got drained out.

I saw myself sitting on an island,

surrounded by a deep sea.

For you it was an oasis,

surrounded by a great desert.

There were the tidal noise and the desert silence

existing in between us.

‘Do you feel that we became silent

all of a sudden?’

‘No, I just think that we were more expressive

when the wall was there’

‘So, how do you feel now?’

‘I feel to be on the edges,

like a person trying to sleep

in a snake-entered house,

knowing a part imperfectly’

‘Hm…’

‘How do you feel?’

‘I do feel to be on the edges,

but like a person on the top of a mountain

below a moon-entered sky,

watching the whole perfectly’

‘What’s the difference?’

‘I don’t know about the differences,

but there is a similarity…’

‘Hm…?’

‘…that neither of us can

step down further’