Thursday, September 29, 2011

Time Flows

Yellow lights blink red. Life comes to a standstill at familiar cross roads. The soft hum of the engine and some song playing on the stereo unhinge thoughts from where they were at rest. A soldier martyred, a nation in trauma and a world waiting for the Republicans to sneeze. You have a new profile pic, its beautiful. There is much work ahead, it will be a long day.

Nothing makes sense. I am a seeker. The lights turn green. I drive my thoughts.

Monday, September 12, 2011


There was once a time when what I was was not contained in time. When I knew you and my knowledge of you was not bound by a frame of reference. You were not outside of me and I did not have an existence outside of you.

Coiled into each other like serpents intertwined, we lay for ages motionless in each other arms. In losing you I have lost that wonderful silence in my life.

Thursday, September 1, 2011

More Time Please

When I was younger, the wheels of time used to spin slower. The whirring was not as clear and as urgent as when I crossed my 30s. Now nearing the 40s, the spin seems crazy and loud. I am worried that I might gobble up time at a faster rate than I can digest. I liked it slower. There is so much that remains undone!

Like a Kite tightly held captive to the ground I have been flying but have always had a constrained flight. I am yet to break free. Yet to be blown by winds of destiny. I need time for that strong draft of wind to blow my way, blow me away.

Tunneling Through Time

It seems like life is a stretch of golden sand and I crawl beneath the dunes of time. I know that someday winds of change will blow, some day the dust in my eyes will be cleansed by snow. Until such day I walk my life with a pocket-full of dreams.
When it is time, I would hear you speak, and I would know. From this slumber, new life begins.