Grains Of Life

Life seems slipping away
Bit by bit,
Day by day

I seem to have no control, whatsoever,
Over things happening with me or around,
Was I ever in control earlier, I’m truly not sure

A strange sense of fear envelops me everyday,
Is it anxiety of being alive, or the fear of death,
The afflictions of deadly life or the life after death, I ponder

Like a warrior, I step out each day
Recuperating myself with enlightening words
Amidst an aura of darkness, where I breathe every moment

Living never weighed so heavily,
As it does these days,
I sigh, trampling under the load of life

But life inside me refuses to submit-
I still have desires, an aspiration to live,
And an urge to attain my dreams

Life seems to have skewed in entirety
A war or a battlefield, it resembles these days
But wars do come to an end, I’ve read…

I hope this one shall terminate soon too,
For the grains of life are slipping away
Bit by bit, day by day!