The Installment


Hop on and hop off
I never stop.

A month here
a month there
I go on.

It is installment.
Equated with a struggle.
Pursue with diligence.
Eleven years, no joke.
It is nothing but awe.

I belong to a place
for half the year
the rest of the days
I am not found.
A transit not of choice
but of compulsion.

I am forgotten
for a while.
Emerge suddenly.
I am an enigma to myself.
Mysterious.

Well, this is the life
I live. Like an umbra,
resemble a penumbra.
akin to an antumbra.

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