Utopia : The Land of My Soul
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Slice of Life
Rhapsody of wind slings open the window ajar,
The door is yet shut tight uncompromisingly.
The vacuum of the room is claustrophobic, not an iota of air to breathe.
Just now a gust of fresh air barged in, it can fill up your lungs,
Small mercies from the Benevolent. Life sprouts, life is felt.
She takes a mouthful of life and awakens for the moment.
The next moment awaits the mercy of time and Him.
Second by second - a minute is shaped; minute by minute- an hour is born.
She has to survive the second in toe-line, why bothered about the hour yet to come?
Expectation, anticipation, desire- gets induced in her the moments she comes alive.
She lives? Or is she indicted to live?
The door is yet shut tight uncompromisingly.
The vacuum of the room is claustrophobic, not an iota of air to breathe.
Just now a gust of fresh air barged in, it can fill up your lungs,
Small mercies from the Benevolent. Life sprouts, life is felt.
She takes a mouthful of life and awakens for the moment.
The next moment awaits the mercy of time and Him.
Second by second - a minute is shaped; minute by minute- an hour is born.
She has to survive the second in toe-line, why bothered about the hour yet to come?
Expectation, anticipation, desire- gets induced in her the moments she comes alive.
She lives? Or is she indicted to live?
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