Between lines

Peering into peculiar faces
Looking for divine traces
I wander on the periphery
Relying on signals sensory

But away from our eyes
Fate silently plays dice
While we were looking at the ends
The present between us, the spark transcends

Not the heaven, not the earth
The lightning marks the birth
Fleeting yet enigmatic
The Magician’s perfect stick

Don’t know who threw the invisible stone
But the ripples have set the tone
Magic, which sometimes eludes even the most ardent devotee
Happens in this little space between you and me

– Ishan ‘tarang’

About tarang

Business and technology journalist, geek, star gazer, foodie and loves trying out new music. And yes…loves beaches! Find me on Twitter @ishan_srivastav This blog started out as a place where I wanted to put down my thoughts on events happening in my life and sometimes, the world! But over time, it has served me well as my diary where I write my little poems…one of my favorite hobbies. I hope one of these will strike a chord with you. Feedback is always welcome. Thanks for reading! Listen to Mustn’ts, child, listen to the Don’ts. Listen to the Shouldn’ts, the Impossibles, the Won’ts. Listen to the Never Haves, then listen close to me. Anything can happen, child, Anything can be. - Shel Silverstein

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