collided

one time we're on this ice ridge
    fragile and brittle.
    the other time we're at the top of the Everest
    standing tall but cold
    and the next seconds
    we could be standing in between the railway.
    calculating probabilities.
    solving the equations

to cross or to stay still
    to run away or
    to turn back
    to keep on walking forward
   or to glance behind.

we're going places
    but frequently landing on a lump of questionnaires
    an unknown probabilities.
    an unsolved equations

unknown bay.

speaking through some intertwined letters
never just a dimmed whispers
letters they speak for the writers
letting go all those shivers
sending off  all her known saviors.

Distant

I walk to and fro
each times,
barely knowing
where I'm stepping.

I want to speak
but I don't  want to be heard.