Extend Thy Hand Poem by RAJ VIKRAM

Extend thy hand now
for I know not how
long I can keep it in
the air defying gravity.
Hold it tight as if
it would crumble by
the power of togetherness

Who knows how long
the benevolent heart
will send blood into
my scarred veins.
And existence is a chance
and not a choice.

I won't dangle my hand
in the air seeking to hold
any hand that may be
in my vicinity and that's
not its won't at all
This moment these hands
can resist the pull from
below to rest on ground.

But like from a slightly cut vein
Energy is oozing out by and by
And the hands may
become dreary and then
hit the ground with a thud.

I would rather have my
hands crumbled and
disintegrate into million parts
In the powerful lock
of your hand, than being
slowly devoured by
the ever eager merchant
of death, the time.

And when I keep my tryst
with the inevitable destiny
How I wish if my arms
looked incomplete without
the hands that crumbled
into non existence
When life found life
And held it with passion
that only life knows.

Who cares if I am
incomplete when life
ceased its embrace
and let me go into the
World where it
has no dominion.
This dangling hand
has life now
It is alive now
Hold it tight, as tight
as the embrace that the
Life is holding me now.
Who knows when life feels
Like letting me go.