I'm yet again floating amidst banks of the river, Just flowing away, Downstream, at full speed, Neither on this bank, Nor on that one, Holding on to nothing but a twig of faith, Hoping I don't drown, Before I reach the sea.

I'm beading every breath, With the thread of hope, To decorate my life with memories, Rather than thoughts that choke me to death.

Hopeful eyes search for familiarity in the September skies, A gentle hug, A peaceful evening, Long strolls, Kind hearts, Warm smiles,...