Sometimes
Words mock at us
Mimicking the instances of life.
We keep searching for meanings
Trying to immerse ourselves
In its depth.
Yet myriad life rolls out
In tears and joys,
Without defining
Its desires
Knowing well
Moments pass
Memories remain
Engraved in our heart
Till we go down
Feverishly delirious
To be one
With dust.
Binita Jha
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