Tricks of Survival

Moments tick.

Minutes pass.

Hours go by.

With closed eyes

I see the world as I want it to be.

Amidst rusty surroundings,

I feel the touch of soft petals

caressing my callous palms

scarred and coarse

for holding a tight rein

on things struggling to get out of control…

Fantasies soothe,

Imagination propels

to live yet another day.

Resurrecting hope

-          its there…

All that I want is just a step away,

a little stretch and there it is!

And, in anticipation I stretch my hands

grope, fumble and stretch a bit more…

And when futility of it all is blindingly bright,

I close my eyes

And, see the world as I want it to be.

Slowly,

Moments tick,

Minutes pass,

Hours go by,

I survive.

Clarity in Mist

Clarity of vision
and, the serenity of a misty evening-
a heady cocktail of the obvious,
and delicate mystery!

I clean my glasses
and perch them on the nose
turned red from cold and damp air.

Sleep weary eyes peer through
the recently cleaned transparent surface
bearing imprint of the fingers
that relived them of moist fog

What do I see?

A winding road
that passes through
the fine lines
of my fingertips.
My world is in my grip, literally!

In Between...

In between two lines
there is a meaning
waiting to be deciphered

In between two hands
there is a space
used to being manipulated

In between two eyes
there is a perspective
fighting to be unadulterated

In between two words
there is a pause
holding its own, to be differentiated

In between two lives
there is a being
surviving to be liberated