resistance...

When the sand
Keeps slipping
From my hand
I clench my fist…
Resistance playing fowl
A battle ... a tryst
When the tears
From my eyes flow
Because of my tears
I shut them tight
I dare not run
Yet…I fare not fight!
When the cold
Wind hits me hard
It tends to mould
I turn liquid. Take shapes
My form distorted
My soul escapes
To transitions…..
Unknown undisclosed destinations
When I stand alone on the way
With no hand
To hold on to
I look up for rainbow
On a rainy day
Why doesn’t it rain it all ?
The clouds do now show…
Do they call ?
When I write this
I still love about
My heart subsided
In every beat, a single doubt
When will I be happy?
When shall I live ?
When shall I define?
What could be mine…
When… can I expect them to give
When they took it all
When will the questions be answered?
Prayers heard… I look up for a rainbow to ask
When shall the sand
Stop slipping from my hand..