“Are you there?”

What if the road I'm darting on, 

takes me to a cliff at the crack of dawn?
What if the fog I see from up there,
Is as dense as the twisted nerves inside my head?
What if the moisture in the air,
Is as heavy as my emotions, too much to spare?
If I take another step from up there,
who will catch me from falling?
Who? 
Should I really care?
Will you care?
I don’t know; do I?
What I know is,
I don't want to take another step, 
Not move another inch.
I don't want to face you, Fear,  
I want to rest right here.
I don’t want to grow up today,
When did I get here anyway?
How did I come all this way?
I don’t know; do I?
What I know is
I don't want to live a life that sounds, 
like a poem that does not rhyme.
But how often do they really rhyme?
I suppose as often as you can pause time.
So, I will close my eyes, and sing the song of love and I will move an inch every single day.
If I fall, I will know life from death, 
If I don’t, I will know your love.
But If I don't move at all, 
I’m bound to ask myself, “Hello? Are you there?”
~ Kripa Sarkar