There are times, loneliness strikes

Sitting with people,
Sitting to self,

Crowded with the cobwebs of ‘too close’
‘too far’

Not so far.

Oh! so far.

What is that so far?
So near and far?

But not that far.

Closer to heart,
But a hurt,
Not a Sweet heart.

But a whim,
Not dim.

Love unloved.
Unloved love.

Far, Not that Far.
Very Far?
Very Very Far.

Why so far?
That far?

Who is far?
What is far?

Anything but not something apart.


About Sumita Jetley

I had never thought that writing takes such a heart in me. I never had thought that I and it would be in each other but suddenly I as well know, life is never without it be, expressed and relished in its foremost quiet beauty.
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