Racing breaths

There are days that whiz past, in moments

It’s a sprint, really.

Many a times, with hurdles on the track

Day begins, you make a run;

Catch the road as per plan,

Reach a place, destined for you.

Conquer your need, rush out, again,

Racy breaths, gasping, you continue

Pull, push, pounce and punch.

Try as may, you will;

Never be able to pass the baton,

Life is never a relay.

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There are nights that you remember, forever

It’s a sprint, though.

Evening leaves suddenly,

Dropping a sparkling shadow in your arms,

The moon becomes your witness.

A slow, shy welcome;

Hesitating, inviting smile,

Twinkling eyes;

Worth a million shining stars in the sky.

Racing breaths, shivering fingers.

You start believing in dreams;

And in prayers.

You want the night to never end.

You need it to run a little longer.

Alas, the baton is passed.

Day rushes in to break open the sky;

Life is always a relay.