Seek the voice of the wind
that blows so silent,

between the song
of the soaring gull.

Seek the quiet
between your breaths,

and you shall find me
unseen but skimming the lull.

We all negotiate this precipice
In a file towards the same.

Some walk, some tiptoe.
We do it in our own way.

We all roll the dice.
We all progress different,
when we play this game.

But in the end we’d be together...
Sharing the ground we shall sparsely lay.

The feet burns sore
from the scorch
of the sand.

Feeble breezes played
with the corners
of my tattered garb.

The sun, adamant,
in punishing
familiar travellers
from distant lands.

Lost in the dunes,
always...
Like a ribbon caught
on a wire’s barb.

What sun will shine upon graves
dug fresh and shallow

What moon will shed light
upon silhouettes in embrace

What butterflies would flit amongst
the flowers stowed in a tree’s hollow

What stars would sing in twinkles -
hymns of love and grace

Fleeting moment...
It was peace.

It was a brief moment
that seemed like
it was meant only for me.

It was a moment that saw
a sliver of a sickle moon,
accompanied by a band of stars
that never did twinkle.

It wasn’t dark.
The sun hadn’t completely left...
But they asserted their presence
with such eagerness and fervour -
bent on letting me know they’re there,
in that moment...
Seemingly just for me.

And I drank it up.
In a single gulp.
Because that was how brief
that moment was...

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In that fleeting moment...
I was happy.