And live another day
A proverbial chant echoing everyday
To reconcile and live one’s fate
No fights, no trysts,
Handing over reins to destiny
Not so much as a gasp to be alive
Eking out existence,
Till the years roll by and the turn arrives.
Each second, Every day, Every breath.
Counting as the moments pass.
The static scenery constant
anhedonic and ritualistic.
But for a start,
Stares aren’t yet void,they see
The breaths are still not empty
Sand in the hourglass still lurks
And the blood,a gesture of dynamism
Surviving, Existing, Counting
Every breath, Every beat,Every thought