Through thick and thin
With surges and urges of feelings
And flipping thoughts Furrowing into tides
Of time.
Between the two
Standing poles apart -
Obverse and reverse
Like two sides of the same coin.
One sees; another perceives
The One
Stuck up strong
Like a heavy iceberg
With its tip visible to the eyes
And rest of it perceived
As a grand Vision
By one's emotional mind
And thinking heart.
I don't believe
In objective fractions of what we see.
Can you believe in me?