Demise

I am lesser than what I think,

Plain water in blue ink,

Boundless sky that doesn’t turn pink,

Viscous blood that stinks,

Fragile life that shrinks,

A smooth rock that sinks…

But I am most of all

The crumbled pieces crimped 

Together after I scatter,

Losing a part of myself

Everytime I strive to gather.

Do I sound like myself when I talk?

Do I drift as if I am lost?

Do I hum like I can’t sing?

Why do I live a life that 

Passes by in a blink?

Yet I won’t live forever in disguise,

Although in their perception I am unwise,

I will unfold into a fragrant blossom of surprise,

For my identity only lies in the love I share

Ages past my own demise.

~ Kripa Sarkar 

12.31.23

Time takes huge bites of

Life like it’s a pie,

Leaving me with less to decide wrong from right,

But I hope god has forgiven me for all the lies

I’ve ever said.

And yet again it took the last day of the year,

For me to realize it has passed- 

Everything seems more or less fine,

Yet here I am, my fingers crossed-

Tomorrow may be a hundred times more uncertain

the risks a thousand times higher,

I wonder what will keep me going,

I wonder when all the question marks will retire.

And yet again when the world is absorbed

In posting on social media, their most 

aesthetically presentable bits of this year,

I sit on my bed with my eyes shut,

Rethinking the moments that round lens

Missed to capture-

It feels satisfying to rewind,

An embrace of reassurance to the future

To which I am blind,

A comforting pat on the back

To the life I’m blessed to call mine.

Accompanied with a shiver of registering 

How a 365 day chunk is completed in my life.

~ Kripa Sarkar