'Few Breaths' by Shikhar Pathak

Few Breaths

That thing which keeps slipping, every moment! Few Breaths! How long their duration is? Do you know when their installments will be completed? There are no roots in the feet, but whom to trust, once the thread of kite breaks?

These breaths are the thread of kite, when these are tightly held, the kite of life seems to fly far away in the free open sky, and on the other hand blood keeps leaking. The relief of destination comes along the end of the road. There always lies a return path across that side of road from where nothing can be started from the beginning.

Everything goes around the pupils of the eyes differentiating between black and white, but who is aware?

There are four walls in a room. Leaning back at the floor of the past and looking at the roof of future feels like straightening the waist, but at the same time both the surrounding walls get disappeared from the eyes.

Whom to see! Whom to meet! Whom to trust and lean the back... It is difficult to understand everything in a moment! Very difficult.

Door of this room is about to shut forever it is just waiting for me to step outside and on that day the hands will be freed! Kite will also take its journey on that other side Of The Road and then the pupils of eyes will also get rest.

~ Shikhar Pathak

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