Is a weak peace of mind,
Dangling like the balance
Of rickshaws,
Shared one and two-ways
Derailing thoughts
To the station tracks for long
And then, and then
…
.
The promise of repitition
Is of no reprieve from
Moans of limbs
As you hung on the mountain, the
Little helper a rope on your waist
And with the stopper
Called friend,
A human;
A dog;
A cat;
A plant;
A memory;
A sentiment;
A friend;
.
…A person.
.
Repitition is of a phase—
Should be a phase,
For staying in limbo
Bears lightness
No person could take
Without risking all
For the sake of
Finding
A peace.