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