Sand tip-trickling, time undelivered
Train trekking on smoke, moths sipping off hair
Fog flying in face, jeopardy earning a name
Lethargy blowing in parallal, scents’ surrendering sense
All in all, I’ve borne the wreck that comes
From placing myself in two places at once
One, where my life seems as is
Idle thief of time, barging to bargain for a life
Other, where I’m trying to pace about
Getting myself to open up to the birth

© Prateek Joshi and WordPress, 2017-2018

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