I was born out of your circumstances
I am dying with your enterprise

I have altered the course of your life irreversibly
I will leave you amused for the rest of it

I am just one among millions who would come and go
You may have forgiven the others already

I was custom-made for you
You for me
I was endowed with affiliations
You became my receptacle

Time moves differently in my world
Ephemeral I am
Ephemeral I was destined to be
But you would move on.

I have to confess
I have developed an affiliation for you
Yet
I cannot but leave you
For I know I cannot stay
And that you would battle on.

Once a flame keeping you awake
I am just a dwindling flicker now
You became the source of my life
I, the hinges of your experience

For me, you are my entire journey
For you, just a phase…

The word is shattered
Thoughts, Actions, Aspirations
Creations
Poetry.

The word is bizarre
Opinions, Responses, Reactions
Collections
Poetry.

The word is obfuscated
Foresight, Imagination, Recollection
Reminiscences
Poetry.

And they say,
There is nothing to lose.

Keeping you along all the time
Letting you hear the sighs
In thought. In action
In dreams. In reality
In high. In low.

While you witness each new heave
Still hold the hand all the time;
Recording in your heart
The rise. The fall
The hope. The realisation
The hurt. The lesson.

The conveyor of a new light,
You must know
That you, poetry are first love
I don’t know since when.