The question?

As asked it was not answered. As answered it was not asked. The question was correct the answer was correct. But the question was not meant for the answer; the answer was not meant for the question. But they were conjugates. They made a pair. They made a pair of completeness for the ignorant. The knowledgeable discarded it. But how about an indifferent like me? No one questioned. No one bothered about the indifferent opinion. But for me neither the question is important nor the answer. All I am happy with is the question and answer can live at the same time being conjugates.
Thats make me more indifferent for I need a solution not an answer!

Truly
Abinash

The Eyes

In the possession of the present and the delusion of the moment next, my incoherent thoughts take refuge in my rather nonsense fantasies. The whole scene untidy but the desire resolute I ask for you. I ask for your touch; I want you to stop me. How do you stop me without touching? I ask you to speak the words; how do you articulate with out speaking? I want you to understand me. For that you have to ask me. No. But you don't speak, no you don't touch. Just the silence is too noisy and the eyes says it all, touch is hard. And I am stopped and I am understood and I am spoken all by the two glittering eyes.
In the past, the present and the future all that exist are the two glittering eyes.

Truly
Abinash