Perched

There is always a moment to think of moments we lost
Behold me, looking pensive, ever counting the cost;
And while we are laughed to scorn we lack the tears to mourn
The dignity we lost to their lofty witticisms and criticisms
I am perched

And while we looked out the window to be influenced on,
The cobwebs scattered: we forgot what really mattered
And, day by day, we greyed; and with our confluence gone
Reservations exposed, silence where the drum pattered.
I am perched.

On a cliff of brokenness, questions hovering like a curse,
Answers elusive like the back of the moon, hope dissolved,
All a waste. Emotions gape like nestlings un-nursed,
Gaping for issues that seem vanished yet lie shallow, unresolved.
I am perched.

From death I learnt that life is temporal
That I will last but a short while, limited
To the ceiling of my span; soon comes my last gasp.
Death, who will elude me ‘til the end's no longer inhibited,
Scared me not at all, even when life seemed out o grasp.

From life I learnt that moments come once
And, yet memories may linger longer than my lifetime measured,
Nostalgia is the sand by which every sore soul is rendered inactive,
Immobile, near lifeless. Slowly I discard all the memories treasured
Soon comes my last gasp. Let me take every next breath as incentive.

But life I know better than death, being, myself, not yet deceased;
And, knowing life, and liberty, and love (bondage and disaster) also
Without doubt I love life and since the end’s inhibited still
I will live it high note and not be middling in falsetto or in alto.
Soon comes my last gasp, but before then my life will over-spill.

Death is grand in our life since it is eventual and inexcusable,
But what say you about love, the key ingredient of our existence



....................I’m yet to finish this one