While I sat on the edges
And looked across the horizon
The air around, touched my skin
Showing me a plethora of vision and illusion
Life is like the grains of sand
No matter, how hard you try,
You can’t hold them in your hand
It keeps slipping out of control
The little that is left, is all we own
People close, will always be
Is neither a rule or a must
For this isn’t about choice or loyalty
Or even a breach of trust
Be it the air or simply water
Or, whatever we have and treasure
They surround us only till they want
Just like people, who suddenly drift apart
Shaken by a shiver and chill, I realized
I was hiding in a mist
In a blanket of dark, grey and uncertainty
The only light was of my fate, my destiny
---Sriram
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