Ten Minutes

Ten minutes before bed

I have a pen in my hand for tomorrow because…


It felt so warm, yet so cold. Once I smiled, now I don’t.

It felt so real, yet so far. Once it shone, now it doesn’t.

It felt so soft, yet so broken. Once it was fixed, but now it isn't.

It felt so bright, yet so dark. Once it bloomed, now it doesn’t.

It felt so alive, yet so dead. Once I laughed, now I don’t.


I will live another day,

to feel what it is to be Me.

Afterall, all He teaches us when everything seems dead, later proves to be alive.

Who knows if these ten minutes aren't the last for us?


Author: Kaustav Karan


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