Tuesday, March 10, 2020

Apropos a sprained wrist and intimations of mortality


Time rolls on
As you grow forlorn
Rain falls hard
Play the sympathy card

Rise through the crap
Get lost off the map
Switch on the charm
A smile can be a balm

Words don’t rhyme
For beings out of time
Coughs explode in the foreboding silence
Cautious sniffles invite vigilante violence

Rise graceful in the soaking rain
Sacrifices flowing with blood red stains
Listen closely to your galloping mind
Cry with eyes of the benevolent kind

Wise through the melting years
Seeing through unbeckoned tears
Burnt evenly with the searing pain
Yet baked and wholesome once again

1 comment:

Tanvir Singh said...

Sandman, At least Lockdown, bad as it was, made you write this poignant piece. Though Decadence remains my favorite, this one comes pretty close. In the end it is all about emotions, memories and feelings which remain with us, whatever we choose to make out of them.
But then Time, the Omnipotent, All-Powerful Entity teases us and perhaps chuckles inside knowing you will yearn for some more time to set things right, may be to repent, maybe to fulfill unfulfilled promises but it will not be given.
For the desire of proverbial "What it COULD have been" the tussle between Time (Goliath) and us (David) continues. Only difference is that in life the Time (Goliath) always wins.