Beyond the far and near.
(sometimes i feel i leave a poem too quickly but i do because i do not know how it ends ...so I flow from one poem to another. sometimes as a current and sometimes as mist....and in many other ways...my impatience with words and


Nearness

All the people dear to me
are far
they come and they go
it seems as if only i remain

Sentimental, thats not me
nor the one who is lost in past
nor the dreamy sort

Yet, i feel the force
and my heart remembers the ways
to the bylanes and expressways
how do i remain?




Poetry by Deeps
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Written on 2016-02-11 at 09:31

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Deeps
and my immense dependence on them for they find me when i am lost)
2016-02-11