The flame

 

The flapping flame is barely visible

Upon alighting on twigs of a bright hour

There it dangles for long enough till twilight

And smoulders to slumber in the dark nest 

Then the dwindling gait on a staggering path

Seeks succour of silvery drops that echo twinkle

The blindfolded mind looks for a step to tread upon

Even as the waves stretch with their flickering tears

The sky somewhere has slipped into ocean 

While I gaze at this deep and blurred unison

The vessel at horizon has soared within the cloud

While the stars have poured into the agitated waters

Groping on the dried sands afar from shore

I return to find my foot marks disolved by dawn.

 Rishikesh

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