Catching Life

How easy it is to say

I am happy - isn't it !

But when memory swings

south goes all dreams

leaving us to churchyard gloom:

we alone wonder in the dark
long silent streets
without an exit.

Sometime somewhere life halts

to listen to the footsteps-

Whose footsteps ?

Yours or mine in mingled confusion.

Yes, happiness we search

running from corner to corner

in the deep turbulent sea of life

applying coats of foundation

to hide the wrinkled sorrow

pretending what we are not.

But can we escape

time's rigmarole  fated afore!

Yes we can by removing masks

catching life's drooping wings

and steering the course 

to create happiness in the
earthly sky of your making:

Not in dreams or fancies

but in the motions of life.

Sabita Sahu