Sometimes I wonder
whether I lose track of time
or time loses track of me
Forgotten, erased, demonised
I lurk like the dark shadow
Waiting for the spotlight
To reveal that I exist
Month: Jul 2020
Future
Fear looms large
Blurring both past
And future
Will we make it?
Random memories
Of a crowded bazar
Hot breakfast
A long trek
Memory of a comet
And night sky
Some dance steps
Old poem
All years melted
Away into tears
Music and laughter
Good friends
Gentle love
All locked away
Keys lost
Fear looms large
Palpable and real
But hey
Learn to look beyond
Seek beauty
And dreams
So many more
Moments yet to be lived
So many miles
Yet to be walked
There will be a future
A brand new one
Just like a new leaf
A place without fear
Just breathe in
And hang on….