BIRTH-DEATH

A second passes...
And a moment is born...
and a moment dies.

Suspended between both am I.
Suspended between birth and death.

Should I rejoice for the moment to come
for the birth of new Mes ?
or
harp on fond memories ?

They say that
everything that ever happened is in the air still,
in time and space suspended somewhere in infinity.
I wish I could bottle up all those I treasure,
draw all events unto myself ,
Capture its essence like a fragrance ,
like a glorious piece of music,
to open at will
to feel the same emotions wash all over me again.

Then, I could go ahead with living,
and rejoice in the birth
and not mourn the death of the moment past.

- Srividya Srinivasan
1997