Tuesday, March 22, 2016


Disentanglement, like swathes between shrubs, exists between us
Separates you from me and me from you, can this be true?
The middling yet meddling distance
Wide enough to leap, deep enough to keep

Like a painting only sightless can see
Like a thought that can't exist but only be
Like a promise that isn't kept but not broken
Like a fate than isn't detested but not chosen

I am a rooted tree one moment
while a drifting cloud the other
I am a happy novella one moment
while an incomplete poem the other


  1. Nice one Stuti.. great thought ..Keep it up

  2. I love the way pen down your thoughts so beautifully! Keep writing..