the hands have turned in several circles
and here I am at last
my head between the leveled curtains
behind me, left for past

the future veiled by pleats drawn
undone a twisted cord from imagination
I see a lonely boy growing old
in cubicles and grocery stores
condemnation of pc screens
drifted words become
the only voice stony cold
I see a lonely girl growing old
in tiny houses with empty rooms
and a stuffed closet with nothing used
whipped stirred and done
the bony choice joking folds
a lonely person growing old

tears will well, in weeping fell
but clear eyes see fear lies
because of course beyond the curtains
nothing's forced and nothing's certain
thus all could be reality
it's mostly knowing keeping bold
just wait and see what's next for me
I won't be lonely growing old

Moving on the road
Don't know where it leads
Thinking on the right path
Stumble, but rise up!

Walk again on the same path
Reaching the milestone
But how to know it is this
Somewhere in the middle.

The feeling of completeness
Tells you about your goal.
If it is the same you are feeling
You have reached at one of them.

It’s just another milestone,
You’re finally sleeping through,
People praise me - it’s a miracle!
I’m lucky to have a baby like you.

But it all just feels so final,
You’re to sleep in your own room,
I cried myself to sleep last night,
Memories of you dancing in my womb,

The empty space beside my bed
was such a shattering blow,
An overwhelming sense of loss
consumed me head to toe,

I sobbed into my pillow,
As your Dada held me tight,
He’s only next door, he whispered,
Let’s see how he sleeps tonight.

At 4am I heard you cry,
I checked to see what’s wrong,
You were sound asleep my dear,
Did I dream it all along?

It’s just another milestone,
I know everything is fine,
But it’s also another reminder,
Of the relentless passing of time.

That day was a penultimate beginning of the end.
She had known it too
somewhere deep inside,
but it threatened to compromise her “happiness.”
So, she chose to disregard it completely,
although seemingly ridiculous notions
already started swirling through her mind.
Anxiety began to bubble up and
s
p
i
l
lllll  over.
Her locked away thoughts and feelings
ate away even more at her festering heart.
Then, it ended.
Slowly, so slowly,
she healed; returned to normal.
The scars are still there,
but she stands stronger than before.

To the milestones on the side
So far, I have walked alone
Waiting for a travel companion
To carry my weight with her
Laughing at silly jokes we share
I intend to keep her forever
And you have shown me things
Every traveler will see in his life

Then, passing time
We’ll share our heart
With some off springs
Blossomed out of her beauty
Her smile will be painted
As a perfect picture
On their little shining faces

Together, we will journey more
Till the end of the road
And depart away with her
Leaving wisdom and provision
To the ones we cared the most
I’ll carry her through the heavens
To an eternal garden of harmony