MAKING PEACE WITH TIME
Oh Dear,
I have run out of time to watch the rain sitting by the window.
I have run out of time to warm the cup of tea and drink it.
I have run out of time to enjoy the way the brew steams out of the rim
And claims the garden space, the whole of the sky and the thousand sweet notes.
Oh Dear,
My eyes are done and run out of clarity to study the geometry of smattering rain
Turn into little flowerpots over the paver tiles, effaced and gone in a jiffy!
I have run out of time to learn the beats between the tweets of the yellow finch
I have no enmity, my balcony is haven, but I am running out of time.
Oh Dear,
Now, have you come upon that time is my enemy.
I think of many things that I did when I had the time,
Now I have time all to myself, plus a wipe cloth to clean the panes.
I admire the clouds bouncing off the cesspools like angels of time.
Oh Dear,
I wait for the two-chamber lunch box containing cuisine,
The salads are bland, the garnishing vain, no peaches in the peach skin fuzz,
I have no regrets; I know my waiting time would be short
And I have the wisdom to make peace with time.
Saranyan BV is poet and short-story writer, now based out of Bangalore. He came into the realm of literature by mistake, but he loves being there. His works have been published in many Asian journals. He loves the works of Raymond Carver.
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