Savouring broken moments

My weakness fuels me,

If I'm walking -

That's because I fall a lot,

And I feel the 'need' to walk.

I value it... The brisk, the swift,

And then the random jumps and runs!

There are times, when I go silent,

Clutching my pillow, lay on my cot,

Trying to calm myself,

But I reach that threshold-

Where everything breaks-

Even your will and hopes…

I start to hate myself for being

'good for nothing' stupid fellow,

Who is of no use to any!

And would talk to that old friend-

And realise you are worth!

And you gather up again-

Be stupid and enjoy this broken time,

When your body decline your will-

You start enjoying subtle things…

The circus of squirrels on the coconut tree,

Watching the pace and pattern of rain,

The tied canoes floating in the waves,

The rhythm of the bell at temple

To please the diety to be benevolent.

All savoured through the open windows…

Still clinging on to the pillows,

With the heavy breaths...

As it is now!

The broken moments made 'wow'-

Enjoying own company 

In my own way-

Which could be madness to the rest.

And yes jotting down these

Stupid thoughts, with smiles

And at times with the warmth of a tear…

Tomorrow awaits for my run,

Would miss these broken days then,

I would live these broken moments too,

To its fullest, you don't know

What's in tomorrow's gift box!

Glittery covered troubles,

And dirt covered wonders?

Contradictions of life!

That's the beauty of uncertainty.

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