we move
I move forward one inch with
every passing day
in this maze of life created out of
bricks, mortar, stones, rocks
river that flowed carrying all I ever had
it’s waters enriched with desires to be reborn
each new day dawns with an added flavour
every dusk falls languishly in my lap
I pick these up in my cupped hands
henna that had faded long ago
adornments it made were gone
blown with the winds of despair
traced a few fine lines yesterday
as I reached closer to the edge
and looked down with longing
mesmerized by its suicidal charm
my smile called out aloud
“drink my poison for you may not live”
turned sweeter as you pulled me closer to you
O! dear life.. your embrace is tighter today
than yesterday
more so than the day before
O! love you are deeper today
than you were yesterday
more so than day before…
