it is when
I didn't try
that I failed,

for in trying
is emerald
richness,

a rich coat
of lavish
paint on

life canvas,
those who
dragged

themselves
out of iron
habit and

made the run,
breathing each
step as a drop,

and in keen
awareness
gently match

the heart's
beat to earth's
vigour, to feel

blood throbbing
within, to find
oneself is enough,

to try is to be
one with the
invincible gods...

beware!
the lure of
the indoors,

watch how it
seeps an ennui
in your bones,

do not engage,
hatch an escape,
step out unguarded,

let's trace the world
as our first ancestors
must have,

to awake, discover
anew, breath, light,
vision, flair...

we are not
a country,
we are not
patriots,

just
individuals,
meant to follow
our heart,

the rest
is ingrained,
indigested,
strained
into us,

we are not
borders,
we are not
boundaries,

not religions,
not castes,
not higher,
not lower,
not holy,
not untouchable,  

we are much
more than flags,
shrouds and
two days in a
year of

tricolours...

who am I?
is where
it begins...

and when the
fierce rays
canvas across

my face, I know
that loneliness
is only a myth,

among trees,
there is none
as benign as

the sun

the night ambled
into a snug corner

tiptoed round itself
in a quarter circle

sparked against its
own purring fur and

fell into a dreamless
pit, whiskers whispering

s a y o n a r a . . .

to be assured
of a roof above
my head,

and a mother
who will cook
for me lovingly,

nothing is so
damning as
absolute safety,

I am the human
cat this fading
winter, wait

and I may soon
grow whiskers,
the days fling

away like speeding
scenery from a
train window,

I sing my
death song,
tomorrow,

tomorrow...