Because You Can

At the end of the road,

Who’d look back at you?

The smell of burnt rubber,

The hot tarmac of a tabletop?

Or a journal- empty, pregnant though,

With tears wasted…

Could you recline,

Legs crossed, the mediocrity being?


Could you steal eternity,

From the little child?

From the twinkle in her eyes?

For all that remains- a story.

A tale to tell…

‘Coz you only live twice,

Through autumn.

Long after the glorious fall…

A flaming maple leaf,

tucked between the pages,

Of another journal…

Tarun Bali
22nd October, 2010

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