Tomorrow I may never die,
writhe in the loops of time
like catching cold endlessly
over so many lifetimes
But the place I sat,
eyes, a waterfall
of suddenly gratitude
towards existence
for its too trivial
for it to have any purpose
other than to exist.
Eyes fluttering spasms of throbs,
shedding some unknown impressions,
long held in the eye of the mind
suddenly vanishing in the air,
I was born anew in shifted time.
Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 5:43 AM UTC
Tomorrow I may never die,
writhe in the loops of time
like catching cold endlessly
over so many lifetimes
But the place I sat,
eyes, a waterfall
of suddenly gratitude
towards existence
for its too trivial
for it to have any purpose
other than to exist.
Eyes fluttering spasms of throbs,
shedding some unknown impressions,
long held in the eye of the mind
suddenly vanishing in the air,
I was born anew in shifted time.
To know what is this poem written on visit my essay about Leh (Ladakh, India) here: https://www.facebook.com/notes/arihant-verma/just-another-leh-essay-via-kaza-ft-people-places-creatures-part-1/1842634919134789/
