THE EPHEMERAL BALANCE

The Ephemeral Balance…

'Tis said there be a realm where shadows blend,

There lies a place, a thin line's end,

Between the breath that's drawn and spent,

Life and death, they constantly contend.

Life, a fragile, fleeting spark,

A candle's flame in a vast dark,

In its brilliance, we find our art,

To grasp its beauty, shall we embark?

Death, a mere shadow's silent cloak,

A mystery into which we are yoked,

Its secrets whispered, never spoken,

In its embrace, our spirits soaked.

The line between, a seemingly fragile thread,

By time and circumstance, it is led,

Each heartbeat's rhythm, widely spread,

A dance of life and death we tread.

In twilight's grace, we find our way,

On this thin line, night into day,

We savour moments, come what may,

In life's brief dance, we bloom and decay.

Though death may call with sombre chime,

The essence of life, in every time,

Is every heartbeat's whispered rhyme,

We shall find beauty in this steep climb.

So let us cherish, while we are here,

The laughter, love, the joys, the tears,

For on this line, both far and near,

Life and death shall eternally cohere.

A single step is all it takes reader,

For one to cross this line.

Ponder these words for as long as you wish,

However, a single step is all it takes.

In the morning's glow, we start our stride,

With dreams and hopes held close and tight,

Yet twilight's touch may swiftly glide,

And plunge us into an endless night.

For in the tapestry of existence wide,

We're but a stitch in the grand design,

In the little of time, we take that ride,

From life to death, in the blink of an eye.

WRITTEN BY,

R. MAHIMA RAM