Two Worlds Open

It’s a warm world, it’s a cold world.

There’s compassion, there’s distance,

There’s memory, there’s resistance.

There’s illusion, there’s choice,

In our quiet seclusion, we rejoice.

There’s comfort, there’s pain,

No fancy retort, I hope it rains.

There’s the giver, then the taker,

on flows the river, and the maker.

However silence, is game for now,

I’ll write again, If I can somehow,

for the petrified speak no words,

the indemnified raise not their swords.

All is one, so I guess I’m done.

Glee of energy, forthright synergy,

Glee of feel, my Achilles heel.

© ANUPAM DWIVEDI – all rights reserved

Cover Image by Jukka Zitting


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