Falling.

Falling... Falling... my life flashing.

unseeming glimpses of my past.

I am falling backwards watching above.

from where I fell , aghast.

speechless I am my barren voice.

the visions slid by me , I

am but a morbid particle on the

highway of death and life.



I am falling alone here

but wait , there is something there,

something, no , someone falling with me,

hovering with me in the air.

I am ecstatic,finally

someone travelling my journey too,

she smiles back, looks at me ,

as if saying I love you.



If this was the journey of life,

I'd take the fall again.

not to have the visions and dreams,

not to suffer any pain.

but to spend some time with the lovely voice,

did I not tell you above?

If this is not then what it is

but pure free-falling in love?