Life?
For me, life is neither a day
nor a fearful night:
It's marching ahead
between the horizons,
sometimes, swaying the swing
towards the golden rays,
and the other times,
pushing it deep into the dark
to make me smother.
Perhaps It's more a dusk
travelling towards the night,
and abruptly receiving a call
of the mischievous dawn,
playing hide and seek
from dusk till dawn.