Life Moved On

Life Moved On

I stopped somewhere 

And the life moved on.

Since then 

Witnessing it,

Confessing it,

Living it.

Living it?

Or trying to do so?

Trying to submerge into it

or

Letting it seep within me.

I never met it again

Since the day it left me.

I trace back my steps

in the life past.

And try to catch hold

of the moment it left me.

But I find no particular day,

no particular moment,

no hour, minute or second-

for it left me in parts.

Yes!

It is still moving on-

Moving ahead of me.

And I, try to catch it-

Everyday.

Published in Neelambra, P.G.D.A.V College (evening) Magazine ,2007