TIME

Time isn't the same river

I am crossing

I ain't the same person I was

And yet rituals 

repeat themselves

like the rotating prayer wheels

kissing Mcleodganj breeze

with shaking hands

and fluttering heart

a soul holds onto life

that looks like coffee

words, noise, smiles

to drown the ache

of an old scar love left

the waterproof Kajal

won't smudge for sure?

the tip of the index finger

pressed at the tip of the eye

she looks at a past

mourning a future !

the last time...

Do you remember the last time....

• you were a child and sat in a parent's lap
• you believed in superheroes and magic
• you hid a candy to have it later
• you looked in the mirror and cried
• you put a coin in a piggy bank
• you held a deceased parent's shriveled hand
• you put your tired head on a friend's shoulder
• you felt the warmth of a loved one next to you
• you saw someone smile and it melted your heart
• you saw a sunset and it didn't make you sad
• you read an obituary and said a prayer
• you saw a couple in love and smiled
• you brushed your fingertips on a baby's cheek
• you let a cup of tea get cold waiting for someone

the beauty and cruelty 
of every last time is
that you don't know it's the last

the last time !

Confession of a Liar

#KazuoIshiguro

Time is itself trapped

in hours and minutes

seconds are lost firsts

the faces trapped

in the images

now even eyes lie

souls are on sale

wounds with no cure

become habits

and push the breath

in and out of my lungs

this life sentence

 house arrest in my body

I am lying when I say

'Never let me go'

Today I confess

I'm alive, is a lie.

in a sand clock......

trapped in a sand clock

called love

they filled each other

turn by turn

only one could be full

at one time

the other effortlessly

emptying soul

to measure life

when time died

she took him along

like a corpse in a coffin

and let him go like last breath

Without you (in the memory of my late father)

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Blogging from A to Z Challenge [April 2015]

 

 

The air I breathe is heavy

the colours dull

the food bland

the words meaningless

 

days just endless motions

 

of the hands of a clock

 

I am not myself

 

the world is not the same

 

without you.