A Survival Poem by Neelam Dadhwal

A Survival

Until winds disrupt this glow on night sky
I have not felt I could listen to soft murmurs of stars
nebulous sky what else you could be
hiding in your chariot where you would be moving
if not else dense dark against brilliance of my tiny eyes
mightier than that forming a new universe
a new memory of trailing into bypass of past lives.

A seed is grows from my mouth
perennially in light of my wisdom
there has been nothing and an inception
said that the world has been ancient than years
everyone is born into becomes friends
with tokenism of earth, air, water, fire and sky.

Hordes of waves I name them after light
coming through vast tunnels I dig
in zones formed of aspirations called survival
out of bonds where must open to.