Strings of moments strung in the air of plodding time.
I catch them and let them off the hook,
watch them walk away nonchalantly.
Not a care in the world, smirking.
For only I have everything to lose.
Staring into the face of stodgy time,
I manage a half smile
he knows I have miles to walk.
Even though I only,
manage to creep my way through,
the littlest of binds,
I everyday myself find.
Komal Gupta @ tejaswiniaura.