Friday, January 3, 2014

TIME AND TIDE




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We dance across

Continents and time



Death and time,

The love story of humankind



A tale told

Since the beginning of man



The death of time

The death of man



On tiptoes

I dance to the sounds of my time



I am afraid of awakening

Ghosts of yesterday’s plans



Waylaid on

Highways that used to come here



Stillborn schemes,

Pipedreams with no pipes to dream



As days and months

Have intercourse



Several years are born

Between erasers, pencils and pens.



Out of time, I pass on

Between tick-tock and chimes



Greatness has been aborted

It was not carried to term




Mortality haunts me

Humanity mocks me




Death sits and laughs

Gleefully awaits the end of time




My time is near

Greyed out, I’m all out of years



I bury my life

Stillborn and expired



Old and weak

I fall asleep on my silver hair



As the sun and moon embrace

Slowly, I walk into the light



A funeral party of one

and so many tears



I shed tears

My tears are in tears



The hall is packed

My tears came with tears



Time the victor

Time the villain



Me,

The victim of my time.



Stories untold

Undreamt dreams



All too soon

It is the end of time.

SOMETHING INSIDE



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You are a song with feathers
Perched deep inside,

Words without words,
Yet I sing,

No stopping at all.
You are a broken branch,

Hanging on tight,
Never letting go,

Audacious enough to let
Hips sway from side to side.

That which keeps me
Through the bitter cold,

Saying,
The beauty of tomorrow

Comes in warm clothes.
You are a child on the streets

Can neither read nor write,
Out of school for too long years,

Dreams of becoming
A doctor someday.

Hope became my
Friend today,

Crossed my path on that
Lonely dusty road again,

Whispered softly in my ear,
Tomorrow, you’ll be just fine.