Ditches

Those scraggy somethings -

nobody spotted them

as distinctly and clearly 

as did the gallant firing squad -

if not at the same level though.

Vicious Circle

To breathe as if living

is an art as complex

as surviving.

To survive as if enjoying

is an act as involuntary 

as breathing.

In this vicious circle,

those who breathe longer,

think they have survived.

Those who couldn't survive

yearn to breathe longer.

Ascension

You are a child and have

fallen asleep 

in some random corner of the house.

Your father comes,

takes you up delicately in his arms,

to put you in your proper place.

The movement, however,

wakes you up.

But you don't want him to know that.

You love the very act -

the warm arms around, 

the tip-toed walk, as if 

putting you back into the womb.

You continue to act sleepy,

knowing for sure you 

can't ever journey 

comfortably than this -

the world within a world.

Half-awake, half-asleep

Half-lie, half-truth -

carelessly oblivious.