Sometimes when the shadows become longer you know in your heart the gravity is  becoming zero. 

You ceased to exist in the disappearing light but as mere thoughts so condensed as a black hole. 

You know you can swallow everything, your life with beings and no beings, to turn them nothing but super black 

Going ahead  then not be an option 

Going behind then not be an option 

As you don’t want to touch the touchable but untouchable 

You know then 

Time becomes time when you touch it 

You can peel then to make it past or present or future 

Or make it long or short or fraction 

You then may want to swim back to the shore where you began

To ask 

If I want you again will you hold me in your arms? 

Bidisa Sinha