By Kh Roshni Chanu
There's a thin line between,
The fringe of life and death.
Having its own aesthetics,
Mystery locked in the edge.
Realm of unsolved enigma,
Veiled in the wheel of fate.
Hold up! Are we enchanted?
Letting slip from the memory,
The transient feet we possess.
Living like under a cast spell,
In the hypnotic essence of life,
Leaving back only memories.
With the sprinkle of dreams,
Unlearning the tragedy of life.
Breathing life to the amplest,
Lies the beauty of existing in.
The ambiguous rhythm of life,
Trusting the ethics of cosmos.