ALL OF THEM

Nothing.

I don't regret anything.

Not the tears, or the fears.

The uncertainty- complete in its purity

the crumbling words that fear the worst

left an impression

so deep the expression

but the fire that burnt never got hurt.

So,

All the night flowers

All the screams choked on silence

All the crushed wings, dull smiles, and lifeless eyes

All the lights that burn low,

All the disrupted symphonies

and burnt up books

All the dewdrops and snowflakes

crumbled beneath heavy footsteps.

One moment-

Oblivious of the past, unmindful of the future,

our hands tightly wound over the reins of a single moment of the present,

We sail- all of us; we conquer.