A tight squint

When your head thumps so much that it embellishes cruel memories, the likes that make you yearn for a mere crawl out of your existence, you press your lips and squint your eyes so viciously, hoping for a sudden exit from all that is within you, perhaps life itself, but alas this foiled attempt and the excruciating pain lets the most tightly shut eyes leak the serum of sadness.

You fight to anchor onto anything that would stall the freefall yet find a small rock-hollow and manage to get in a finger or two, just to hang-on and dangle, then comes the word of Omar Khayyam ringing to smooth the wrinkled squint.

‘Ah, my Beloved, fill the Cup that clears TO-DAY of past Regrets and future Fears: To-morrow — Why, To-morrow I may be Myself with Yesterday’s Sev’n Thousand Years’

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