The Moment

As the brittle crystal of morning fog,
Thins into the cold mystery of life’s log.
A heart smiles behind its veil,
And There is a moment of creation.
That tells its inheritance ,
Of the ancient fabric it has fallen from.
Of the perennial space it floats on.

Moments are born to get lost forever
But this one lingers ,
Like a rebel child which refuses to follow,
The rules that has been set by its predecessors,
Reckless, unburdened, careless and swift ;
Its handsome movements shine as it drifts .
It walks straight towards me like a gentle breed,
It smiles at me but no further heed.
From where does it derive this arrogance, this gaiety?
Does it not fear the outcome of its bounty?
But something is suggestive,
Like I have known it before right.
And as the fog clears ,I realize;
That moment was none but my life.