PIECES

He recalls a time when he was smaller
Both in shape and in size
And everything in this undulating world
Seemed bigger to his timid eyes.
Since then he has so much grown
Into newer skins and narrow bones
Newer pieces make him bigger;
The older ones he discards
A perpetual migration at forever play
Whilst any fixation is plain charade
His pieces bind his being
But his being is not bound

He slides and slips and brushes against
Diminishing pieces with extinct remains
Also does he make plundering scoops
At bounties that even choke his room
Pieces gathered and pieces spent
Pieces that chip off at uneasy descends;
Then pieces which are chosen at will,
Pieces that have been rested still.

At a later time I find him again
Divided in fragments, sans any claim
His pieces– all dissipating with use
Some chipping off, some getting fused
This saga of living a doom
Within the ending chapter's gloom
Comes out nothing like the foreseen
His open eyes can't evade the dream
So he searches pieces from a lost time
That dazzled so much in sunshine
But watchers have when happily died
Beauty perishes in the beholder's eyes

-K.G.