in the vast nowhere
with our voilent instinct, we leave
but every parting has a space in us
we have left is a one thing and ah
other is our mirrored freedom.
but is there any way past memories,
for its completion it creates a world of its own,
full of vivid colors,
as if oil spilled on water.
in the interface, you rythmically occur
as a stroke too bold on canvas.

subodh pandey

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stepping-out-8/