New Year Poem by RAJ VIKRAM

Begin anew for what?
whats in the bygone
that should be
brushed under the
veil of forgetfulness.
What to rue about
what to fret about
Ruminations wrangle
the mind as time
ticks away and
I sit wedded to my
static chair that seemed to halt the
movement of moment.

If time is ticking
I dont feel it
I just dont feel the
weight of the bygone
and the craving for
that uncertain future.
Newness springs
unknowingly in every
fraction of second

I am astride lightness
unbearable lightness
If the end of the year
is a spring board,
how good it would be
to dive into future
which this moment
is pregnant with.
The Newness
the ever present newness.