I Know

While mitigating your absence

With the words of the body 

Of the mobile, 

The jump of coffee

From the lips

To touch the soil

Is the rare achievement

That

Renders mind happiness

And also gives sadness, 

Makes mundane life

Little extraordinary. 

I fail again

And again I try

To live. 

I continue writing poems, 

I continue writing novels, 

I don't bother whether

These will become mundane

or extraordinary. 

I continue writing

And I know 

If I will not write, I will die.