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.

I belong with the light, Bouncing off from surfaces, Not-stopping even in darkness, Finding little spaces, Sneaking in the crevices, To...