This moment of our time
We are thinking, wondering,
Praying the thoughts of life
That is not yet,
may not yet.
As sudden as a storm break
There is this specialness, that
Cannot be there officially.
The entire reason for my breath
That transcends all of this about me
Could just be the meaning I may
given by creation itself.
Hanging like a fruit in a limbo
Chancing this battle between life
And its victor who vanquishes the
at all ungodly continuance
Of breath alone in its obscurity.
If man alone has his say in this
Desire above all else, at best he can
Wait for the moment that may be
those who have asked and are
Here alone in fates corridor.
We are in line we feel in this
Corridor that has no feeling
About its person but still is of now.
Of life alone there is some power
Beyond our reaches, but the watchers
Are not visible to the dim light
of the mind.
(Written at a time when we thought ‘we’ were expecting a baby.
it was not to be then.)