Lost in the moment (Jaya.G.Nair)

Naked.

Pleading.

No more even a pretence of fight

A final clamour at salvation.

But, you turn away.

Feigning innocence

Acting blind

The prick of needle suppressed well

concealed within,

dismissed with a shrug.

The power in your strideheralding surrender.

Abject.

Total.

Unconditional.

The Victor (what else)

and the vanquished victim?

Inevitable in the scheme of things -

as you might say.

Oh! But then

What of that, that and that

whichget lost?

Lost in the moment

Lost forever

The myriad varied hues of being

that could have been, yet could not be

The waves, springs, swirls and scents

that no longer are, no more can be

The boundless intertwining of spirits that 

see the hidden

hear the silent

touch the intangible