Hold-On

Within the depths of my past memories, I shut myself

Onto mountains beyond rain borne clouds, I leap myself

Through the roughest waters, I sail myself

To face the gravest of fears, I near myself

 

From the sands of desert, without a moist green,

The vast expanse that lives so barren,

Through the world’s oceans drenched in saline,

Tossing like a coin, with an unquenched thirst.

 

In vain to find the right words, means to an end

One of the many that lay ahead

To find the unknown self that lost its way

In the quicksand of fate, never to escape

 

With the finesse in a glassblower’s blowpipe

Each roll on the shiny plate, a shape in mind

Without the glove, to spare the burns

Inch by inch, from bottom to top till complete

 

All and anything it takes, to be numb and cold

Until no man or memory seeps in through

That tiniest of slit in that heart of mine,

For the grief is too heavy, for me to bear.

 

Those drowning moments holding the last breath

Those moments of thirst savouring the last drop

Like rust through iron, an inevitable thought seeps

But clutching my fading hope, I hold on.