I exist in snatches
Past
Present
Alternating in bits and pieces

Strings
Sometimes long, at times uncertain
Float by
Without any foundation

Anchorless, flippant, unfocused
Daydreaming
Nightdreaming
Fully awake

But not fully aware
Of where imagination ends
And reality finally begins
Solidifies

Without a clue about the direction
Destination
Yet in that fleeting moment, I breathe
Exist

Subir Chakraborty / 28th April 2019