Sobha R. Cherukuri
Many slipped
dates and incidents
shattered like glass.
I stretch to catch,
I fall back and hit an empty place
to start again with no remains.
I try to hold on to few short-term ones,
yesterday’s philosophies and
today’s conversations.
They also crawl under the sand
I pick handful of sand to comb and
catch
I come up with a loose grip
to start again with no vibrations.