Steps
Have you ever retraced your steps ?
Going to the north and then to the south
Turning to the west and may be to the east
And then pausing, shrugging with confusion
Forgetting what you were doing, coming to ease
Thinking about the time you first kissed
Then walking into the memory of your first slip
Holding to your heart, rushing to the dreams
Taking a sip of blissful fog and thinking about future
Then running into the past, smirking and walking
Thinking that it will be a new journey
A morning of morning, a relief
© Akhand Singh, 2017 © An Empty Glass, 2017
Akhand Singh 