A scoop of vanilla thaws slowly
Atop the brim of frothy coffee
Sitting beside a glass window
I sip life relishing drop by drop
As the throngs rush on the road
Like a buck on a survival leap
The predator is after his life
Rush he must with all his might
The spur digs deep enough to wound
But wounds do not matter
A little flesh and some drops given
A small bait to save the larger beast
Saddled with fear and tugged by ambition
The buck gallops over the unsurmountable
For they say there is only one life
Sadly the claws continue to gnaw
The whip lashes with every stretch
Faster and faster towards the crossing line
That recedes like an unfinished horizon
The filtered taste of overboiled water
What clogs the strainer with flavor
Remains brushed aside for flow
While the prey must keep afloat
With his ever thudding gallop
For a fall is fatal and die we must not
Only in a quest to live uninterrupted
One signal to another
Collecting trophies ,deserting life
Chased by self inflicted peril
Perspiration of the eyes
And tears of the body
Shredded to tiny bits
The blaze till almost dawn
Life of the midnight sun
Neither inn nor way
Molten over the dark night
Like the vanilla scoop
Over the tar of frothy coffee
Across a transparent window
From where one can view life.
Delhi
2100
22.39 hrs
5.10.23
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