Hangs suspended on a thread
Swinging like a pendulum
From one side to another
Threatening to come crashing down

And I watch
Transfixed in a hypnotic gaze…
My stomach curling,
My breath short ,
And yet it hangs on….

Mirage like,
It flits and flutters
Like the butterfly wings
Tempting me to chase it,
Even as I am scared to move

Till it, this magical Peace
Settles on the vapour
Rising from my hot cuppa
And I gulp it down
To soothe my throbbing head

And Peace ,for that moment
Goes inside
Sip by languid sip
Slipping in
Filling me up

Even as it rushes about its busy work
Peace then finds a home in me.

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