Vijayender Cherupally


I am afraid of heights

for, what if –

standing here,

as if atop the world,


I fall in love

with this spectacle

this smell of freedom

and refuse

to come down!


“Fly along”, the bird mocks

“How can I, O winged one

I am wingless”


“Stand on the fringe

and just leap; you will

find your wings”


So here I will be

on the very edge

from where

a fall would be bliss, too!


And while

the string of life

holds me precariously

let, instead, my words fall







by one.

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