Constancy..

The steps of staircase,
going up and coming down,
at the same time,
with same indefference always,
unlike my moving eyeballs,
which look for,
changes in shape and directions,alltimes..
The ball,
rolling on the smooth floors,
with an easy going demeanour,
till trapped by grooves or crevices,
the limiting outerwall,
preventing invasions and infiltrations,
of air and water,
of colours and smells,
hiding an emptiness and darkness inside,
efficiently and invisibly,
in the same volume,
and in the same radius of curvature,
with that same casual attitude,
and same tireless,timeless symmetry,
without any desire to stretch or shrink,alltimes..
unlike my elastic mind,
stretching and thinning more than needed,
then slipping back,
to get hurt,again and again..
patches of designs,
natural to white marble floor,
shades ranging from,
offwhite to dark dullness,
whorling and spiralling with each other,
yet not infiltrating,
beyond the borders,
keeping private premises and spaces,
still not losing identity,
unlike my life,
which get too much involved,
sometimes in surroundings,
and forget its own existence..
the rod of tubelight
,filled with white flourescence,
confined uniformly,
inside the cylindrical boundary,
yet slowly releasing outside,
the required amount of brightness,
for the eyes to recognise,
each other only,
unlike my emotions,
overproduced and overindulged,
overflown alltimes
to make stains,in surroundings
when dry and dissappear..