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
one
by
one.
One
by one.