confession...

The day has dawned

like every other day

with its usual

dins and bustles of a

jumbled sleep-slugged city,

striving to un-entangle

its slumber cluttered limbs;

awakening!

The sun rays,

like every other day

have tried to peep into

my bedroom, bending and twisting

through other sky-scrapers,

slanting its way in such a way

that it can put the famous gymnasts

to shame!

Like every other day, I try to

rouse my lazy veins,
desperately struggling to feel
a promising day-break, yet

my eyes fall onto the

farthest violet horizon;

I see, all over again,

the mammoth task of living

another day without you!
Without you, the hours are noiseless,
unvoiced, like a tensed wire,
about to snap off!
Yet I continue!

I must have lied when I said:

I can’t live without you!

For, I still go on,

my feet aching and numb

from the countless pace

with which I persist to walk,

faltering at times, yet continuing,

without you,

without love!