The bright days drips its seconds
At the same rate it did thousand years ago
The dreamers bake their souls in the sun
The doers drain themselves in the sun
And time wills itself, effortlessly away,
As it is wont when one desires it still
Mocking the dreamer expertly weaving excuses
For the day he made excuses his mantra
He had long since stopped living
Except because it takes too much effort
To stop breathing – to stop breathing while poor
Even though we were united by love
It seemed as though each of us
In their own love cocoon
Created parallel universes
Cemented by an occasional call
An occasional I love you
And even though we saw each other
Travelling in the same direction
Hoping to meet at an unknown destination
Yet content knowing we are headed the same direction
Content in not knowing we are headed to different places
And when we break down along the way
And we try to reach out to one another
We realize there is a huge gap between us
We realize we were never going to meet again
The butterflies that grip you
as you sail in the waves of a memory
it is all you could live for once again
the taste of that song in your ears
enthralls, you feel your heart rejoicing
it was all you lived for
but then its all gone
dawns get you staring at the horizon
knowing there is an abyss right in the sky
that she will never come out of
The tattered soul flusters lethargically,
The words were there,
Beautiful phrases that even Shakespeare,
Despite having been dead for so long,
Would have marveled at my ingenuity,
Shake his head, and declare forlornly
"I wouldnt have thought of these lines,
even if I had lived this long."
But then the words are not there anymore
They will come in drips some other time
Like a faulty tap,
And me, desiring a quick full tank,
Will go elsewhere to look for other less beautiful words
But beautiful nonetheless, because they'll gush
The wandering man wonders -
Wonders the thoughts of a money-mad man
Thinking, always thinking - and never doing
What will your thoughts amount to?
Except the frustration
of having done very little for the thoughts
And desolation,
Because your wanders in distant lands
bore nothing
But if you count other things
it could include diseases such as cirrhosis
