Stepped Down To Climb

The breeze is caressing,

My face, I still look outside,

Shrugging-off the whispers, made

By the kissing Wind.

I am counting my days.

No, the seconds given

By the White Courts,

Only to be put on the drips, again!

And, I am drifting back to days,

When I was able to hold the Book,

At least for few seconds,

Yes that old man, who sat whole day!

Stepping down memory lane,

I was able to walk,

Only to keep, the washroom

Door open, so that I don't trip.

Looking at those sparrows,

I remembered playing, with

My grand children in the park,

With grand mother in the Heaven.

Now, as my grand children, peeped

Through little glass, I was drifting to

The days when My son graduated

And when I held him first.

Walking down again, I remember

Meeting my first love and wife,

My college and school days,

And eating road-side snacks with Amma.

And now I stand in the First step,

In the cradle, reassuring

That it's the same voice I heard

In her Womb!

The breeze is still caressing,

Lifting my Soul Up.

Ah, I see her waving at me,

And I am traveling, the Next Step!