Tick tock

 

Time moves on

slow/fast quick/slow

a rumba of replete desires

a waltz of last week’s want

vanish in the side step

of the hours: ‘twixt then & now.

 

Tick tock

 

Time deceives your smile

the kiss that lingered

somehow so replete till now;

the days & hours reduced

to requiem of tears.

Where are we now?

 

Tock tick

 

Impatience snapping at my heels

the slow unfolding of the years

have clamped their hungry jaws

on this:

my skin, my eyes, my lips

a semblance of the  child remains.

 

But ‘’ time ‘’ has ruled my life

each second counted up till now:

Ah time’s the sinner / saint

a paradigm which  we create

a breathing in, a whisper out

a temperate lie.

 

Tick tock to time