as another year begins...

standing between an end and a new beginning
a moment struggles for its identity
the twilight,
a brief interlude
weighed down with indecision
to be part of completion or initiation
or be there just like that
without conforming to one or the other
holding on to its own
in the sea of time
stealing a drop
and giving it its own name....

its funny how 

a beginning or an end is celebrated
as if what constitutes totality
is immaterial
in fact, the celebration too is cyclical...
its part of the given,
the conformists uphold it
the rebels ignore it
again in reflexes
and the moment in between passes unnoticed...

but, without this small moment
holding its turf between two extremes
would the cycle be complete?
it is a pause in motion
a breath that holds as one lets go
of what was held so long
and reaches out one more time
forward...
again, as a reflex;
whoever said ahead is where the destination is...
no, not for me
i aim to thrive 

in the moment in between
the end and a new beginning...
not conforming,
not aligning,
not giving in...
holding on to my own
trying to stamp
a drop
in the sea of time....