Fighting for my breath :)

Sitting on my chair
cherishing my breath
as and when it came
in irregular intervals

Looking at the colors
hearing my son's call
felt his hands on my shoulder
standing tall and smart.

Every breath an herculean task
lifted myself to walk across
feeling weak, but hated to lie
savoring every step that kept me alive..

Life is fun worth living
every minute exotically spun.
live this minute
live for this moment...

thinking of the next
would put you in a rest.
think of tomorrow
your life becomes narrow.

live dangerously
you are going to die just once
what's the fear?
In living it upfront :)

ps: please don't conclude that I'm suffering from terminal illness :)