Life is built on them.
Days run on strong foundations of commitments.
Sometimes a beating heart falters.
It does not lose its way,
It merely slows down and looks sideways.
Maybe it sees only twice or thrice.
But its thoughts linger and remain.
Thinking and dreaming.
Sleep becomes a haven.
Yes, life stands on commitments,
And a faltering heart lays its head on dreams.
Days go on … nights too, go on.