Poetry

Not giving or taking. 
I will share you― 
in water. 
 
Believing was not significant. 
I was holding you 
to implode. 
 
Not your words, not 
my script, will translate 
the thumbprint. 
 
A time comes, when 
you become your own father, 
to carve out the pure truth. 
 
The duality bothers 
a lot. You want to convert 
the myriad into one.