Sunday, November 20, 2016

What Happens After The Leap

Lambent twilight
A gentle breeze
Are around me
As I attempt to seize
As I float on my way
Mid-leap
Trying to gain footholds
But the limbo is pretty deep
It gets crazy at times
All howling hurricanes
And lightening crackles
Setting aflame our feverish brains
And then it gets serene
The silence of the wise
Of quiet confidence
Tiny in time, endless in size
Both these stay with me
In times when I flail
Coz there are those too
No discernible sail
Many a slip between
the cup and the lip
The cups are craggy tops
The lips many miles to ship
And yet I float, dip, occasionally fly
(Mostly) Enjoying the journey
To stable ground
Onward to another tourney

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