With apology to TSE

A poem by a Facebook friend

'Between the Lines' by Ipsita Ganguli

Between the absolution  and the extinction
The pushing forth and the pulling away
The high tide and the low tide
Of your  emotions
Tugging away in utter chaos
Exists  This Truth

Bobbing on the waves
Frothy, Unreal, a bubble
Tiny trickle
Yet it exists
This  feeling

Knowing that You
Play within yourself
A monotone
A warning
For You allow it to shape you
While all the while
You escape behind your haze of smoke

Mundane mystery
Conditions You
You let it in
And there is this
Gossamer veil
Over truth

Only if you let in
The sunshine
The Moonbeam
And salt sea
The rare air

And void between
The Said and Unsaid
Would cease to be
Just perhaps you
May breathe free

Copyright ~ Ipsita Ganguli