Flirting With Death

Flirting With Death short poem

Uploaded by Subhashani


It’s just a small leap,
Then for eternity I can sleep.
It’s the first step that matters
Rest will be taken care of by the heights.

Have stood on mountain tops,
Have sat on the parapets,
Rubbed Shoulders with the edge,
And parlayed with the depths.

There are times I hear them call(ing)
Silently promising a peaceful sleep
The waves, the rocks, the valleys
The currents, the heights, the balconies.

Many a times in readiness,
I have looked them in the eye,
But seems I am a coward,
I flirt and say goodbye.

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I can't call myself a writer but yes I have enjoyed penning down my thoughts, at times sharing at other times secretly saving them. In school and college had some of my work published and I did participate in essay writing and debating but never took it up professionally. That was a choice I don't regret. Internet and social media have somewhere given me the courage to re-discover this side of me and I am glad that I have started sharing. I will definitely try to be more active. I enjoy all kinds of writing and what I write or read does not always depend on my mood. There have been times when I have been extremely happy but the words that I have penned down have been extremely sad and poignant and vice-versa. It is wonderful to connect with more poets/writers through this site.
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