time

The sun has not risen yet, the birds are not chirping; the world outside does not know it is almost morning, we still have time. 

Why does it go so fast from us? Always slipping away. For us, we are always chasing another moment, wishing it was the one before. 

We know we can never go back, and we cannot go any faster; yet we still pray that time bends for us just this once.

 

Time is a deviant, it plays tricks on lovers; when they are apart it stretches itself as far as it can so one minute is a million. But when they are together it shrinks itself up until there’s nothing left.

Maybe it is jealous?  Maybe it is lonely? Here from the beginning and here till the end, with no one as constant to company it.

 

Time is as desolate and unforgiving as a dessert; forced to watch every sunrise and sunset alone, to watch lovers dream of one another, to listen to sonnets and musicians play ballads.

Brought here by some unknown power and bound to govern us all; we curse it out for its very nature as well as beg it to obey us.

Yet time is not free like us we get to do as we wish. We get to rise when we want and set when we please.

 

This morning when our sun rises and our birds start to chirp, let’s watch it with time and let it pass without willing it to change. Let’s not wish for more, let’s not beg it to slow down.

The morning will come again for us and we will have our moment once more, because time is precious to us and one day we may have no more.

the way home

These days are so long

and my legs so weary

i wish you were here

to carry me home

 

a hazel hue to light the way

my voice, a guide

travelling fast enough

to beat the break of day

 

when we arrive a bed awaits

and there, we take rest

a side for each of us

a sanctuary for lovers

 

we fall asleep

and we hope we meet in our dreams

because even in sleep

we can’t bear to be alone

the rain

It is raining now, pouring.  The kind of rain that lasts all day; the kind that wakes you up in the morning and puts you to sleep at night.

The kind that washes all of the day before away, all of the worries and all the pain. Everything that was consuming your mind, gone. The kind that leaves you cleansed.

It is the rain that quenches the thirsty trees and brings flowers back to life. The rain at the end of winter, heralding springtime.

The rain that just falls and falls and falls, it seems as if it will never stop. The kind of rain that falls so long, the skies turn grey and you forget what the sun looks like.

And then, it stops. Just as quickly as it came, and as fast as it fell, it stops. The skies turn blue and the sunlight pierces through the clouds.

Suddenly you are grateful for the rain, because you know without it, you would not get see what always comes after.

a rainbow.

 

a ritual: for lovers

These gentle streets guide me to you

brought here by some unknown obligation.

I see the lights and they shine vermilion

the cars and the trains pass me by.

 

Footsteps play out of tempo

creating a sound I have never heard before,

yet one that is so familiar,

like some deep forgotten memory.

 

It is like these roads know I am approaching-

preparing the path, carved by your words.

Your breath; the breeze that lightly ushers me,

and your eyes; the lamps that light the journey.

 

My arrival is ritual, a voyager lost at sea,

a prodigal son, a solider from war.

I return just as they did; always to you

always, home.

 

i am not ready

Stirring in the night, a tortured soul. Pain, heavy chest, broken cries. Weariest eyes, endurance, only just persevering. You tell me you can’t much longer. ‘Please’ I whisper. I am not ready.

A look. A thousand words within it. A deep breath, cracks my heart and twists my lungs. I plead with the clock- be my friend today. Make this moment last. A look. I know it can’t.

Quivering lip, gentle touches. ‘It is okay’. Lies bring comfort. Let us dream now, dream always. Time is ours here, we are forever. Infinite beings, no disease, no problems.

Then the moment when they take you away. But you are mine, I am yours, you belong somewhere. How will you find me? How will I breathe? How will I be, when I am not ready?

 

‘I am ready, let me go’.