satishverma

Unconclusive

O stark avenger, 
Time. 
I will come on your lapses, 
when every moment, 
tells a lie. 


Was it wrong time? 
To ask the poem go, 
binary? 
on a fringe thought? 

Has the angst a right, 
to explore the fast moving 
mind, to experiment 
with the answer? 

We are on the crossroads, 
to know ourselves, 
driven by the fragrance, 
man-made. 

The words are only transient!