Poetry

a part of quicksand …


“Strangest you loved..

called my name

sat along

held my hand

walked together

showed me path

crossed maples

lit the lamps

I followed blindfold

you made me forget

every other thing in the world

you came closer,

you placed yourself

in my heart..

irreplaceable.. your stature

you asked me to stand

in the middle of the land

I could never guess

you could have left me..

in quicksand..

….

can’t move further

neither can go back

day or night

crept slowly

stuck deeper

you never looked back

you felt no pain

you never noticed

I watched you in tears

I was yet to move and ask for the hand

the hand I wanted to grasp

in the most needful

sad, shocked and

..helpless

I was..

with no choice

waiting to be drowned

to be dragged

by the force

a touch  – warm, sticky

and close touch

making me feel

the need of my life

my existence

that matters..

though not as breathing soul

but as a shiny,

muddy,

dusty, cold

as a part of death,

a part of new life

a part of new world..

a part of new timespan

……..

you made me..

a part of quicksand.”

QS