Gulf, again...

 A gulf between me and you,

I feel it, I tell it. 

shall I bare it?

all those bang of silence,

cacophony of life, body & mind.

In hope of listening

to that faint voice

coming from some deep cave within.

Echo of errors, mistakes fills the space,

snatches the peace and leaves the shadow;

is this the result of following the light?

To remain under the shadow of light,

go on with the nature, flow on.

Or there is a choice to be made

every moment, ever fresh

transform and go beyond the forms

Is this gulf going to remain forever?

Or there is a union written, communion to happen?

Every passing question, leaves only two choices

return to base and go on circling, 

or climb up, up & up.

but what about this puff, puff, puff.

Awake, Aware, Alert - make yourselves alive

whatever you do, offer and believe.

ohh! by doing so will gulf disappear?

Ohh! again, a question. 

mute, I stand , listening to bang of silence

again and again, in hope of some gain

may even get a grain, will take it like a rain

pain if that is to be bare, whether it is rare

or is it fair? not a single interrogation to dare.

just walk on, in midst of opposite pair.

keep balance on, among opposite pair.

gulf is not there to engulf in dark air

it may flung, grind, and stir

evoke and climb the stair

every moment, need is dire

keep flaming, burning the fire

it will set unwanted on pyre

today or tomorrow crossing, surer

way to happen, just prepare

no time to pamper

prompt response, share , share & share

love & light, laughter only to hear

a glad start in neutral gear

that is all asked, o dear.