Grace

By Kakchingtabam Ritesh Sharma

Willingly inclined by the art of living ,

You have lost every drop of blood,

Even, Christian would not have sacrifice that much for his world,

Thy worth of time seem to fade every second.

It seems we have graced ourselves 

With negativity to prolong our pain for living,

Questions that are so fatigue and faith lost .

Even if you question subconsciously , never a smile could make a day endless.

Shades of your presence should colour me even if the sun shines knowingly or unknowingly.

The fragrance of life should wonder day and night lingering all around us. 

The dew beside my window need not sparkle like never before every winter. 

But days are longer and nights are shorter and it's alright . 

I am not a nerd or a stalker of myself, though it seems to be .

Hah!  that's why I am just a memory tangling in the verse of my life.

By Kakchingtabam Ritesh Sharma