When my eyes refuse to recognize light
And I start measuring distance in footsteps
Five steps to reach kitchen from the couch
Fourteen from the kitchen to reach bedroom
Don't look at me with sympathy filled eyes
Instead
Hold my hand and guide me
To the highest peak of the city
And then let me go
Let me wander recklessly
Let me fall and rise up all by myself
Even when I cry for your help
Do not come
Sit
With your knees pressed against your chest and rest your head on them
Look at me
Falling, rising
And in the evening
When the moon lazily crawls into night's lap
When I'm too tired of falling
And I rest my head on your shoulder
Whisper to me
Darling
There are no heights which you cannot climb
You don't need a stick by your side
Even when your eyes refuse to recognize light
And you start measuring distance in footsteps.

~ Dishita Kaushik