Caught in Time

Caught in Time

Memory"s like a tidal wave
A typhoon these days
Washes me back
To start of voyages
To quiet backwaters
To dreamy lagoons
Before time's sacrileges

I redeem my guilt
In this fluid passage
Where peace and light
Grace and balance
Coexist

Time is like a circle
A gold wreath of thorns
Each spike each arrow head
points outwards
But they're all connected
Into a lovely girdle
A circlet of copious pain
That serrates and segregates
Each memory into thin slices
Creepy pastas of memories crawling
Demented over the rails.

Time is dissected in memories
Like prismatic rainbow light
And each bubble contains me in it
Entrapped engulfed
By a world of sad delight.

The sickly sweet sunshine in static decay
Happiness in void
Nullified today.

The question that begs
An answer
Is unwelcome yet understood.
where am I
Today?

Why I'm perched upon
The beginning of yesterday

Where does my future lie?
Where else
But where all our tomorrows fly!

There's no escaping
The end.

There's no remembrance
Of the day we die.

(c) Amrita Valan 2017