THESE DAYS I COUNT NOT

These days I count not numbers
which roll on hours of diminutive seconds
where childhood played once
and seasons draped flowers
of love and sat on a mountain peak
to slope against a landslide.
These days i count not my heartbeats
which roll around me like
musical notes in par with an electrocardiogram
Somewhere in between on my last
journey to a wild jungle like world
I lost my ink pen dried
i need no pen now to write
as i lost all ink marks from my finger tips
and i  stopped counting numbers
 and print marks in specifics....