Between every note resides silence
Underneath all thoughts lies prudence
In every fragment of darkness-remains light
There’s always an aperture between treaties & fights.
Between every war and peace is an interstice
Across an electron and a proton is a crevice
Masses fail to analyse the obscure
enchantment in the interstice- when found doesn’t cease to lure!
We often tend to ignore,
the smallest of the things
but when we go down to its core
There’s magic- science can’t explain or bring
-rational outcomes for there are enigmas
beyond the scope of imagination, ponder
calculations and establishments. The stigma
of disbelief, we thus drift away from it. Truth just wanders…
in the interstice between truth and lie
the desire to live and to die
to be contented and to cry
It’s all there, concealed in the interstice. We just need to try.