The routine of life

Each day is a grain of sand 

in an hour glass

trickling down one by one

the space it occupied in the glass being replaced by emptiness

like a handful of sand slipping through the fingers

held tightly 

still

leaving the fist empty

sooner or later

like a step into a forest

each one taking us away from the starting point

towards the other end, 

Foot steps leaving no trace, no sign, that we were here, that we passed

like the twinkling stars

disappearing one by one

as the Sun rises

the invisible hand wiping the sky off all the traces of the stars

ready to rewrite another story, of another day,

and life goes on, even after we pass on, 

without us! 

In remembrance of RD, our beloved Dr Ramji Das, who passed away on 12th April.