By Shahalam Tariq
JANUARY: DECEMBER
December and January
are not real months – they do not seem to be;
They are like translucent blurs
in the puddle of the whole year’s colours.
But,
Perhaps it’s the other way around
and only December and January
are real.
Maybe our lives are translucent
colourless blurs.
And all the colours are just
our assumptions, expectations,
our dreams and hopes,
which we fill into our days ourselves
– so that life may seem a bit bearable.
And maybe,
only endings and beginnings are real.
Perhaps, that’s why
beginnings always seem so difficult,
and endings are so heartbreaking.
Shahalam Tariq is a writer and student based in Rawalpindi, Pakistan. His writings on history, theory and literature have appeared in The Friday Times and Bazm e Dana. His poems have appeared in The Writers Sanctuary, an anthology of poetry.
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