To note this moment in time
Is to admit there is little time
To rest and be still
To write silly feelings
Track the change that keeps
Happening and unhappening
Thread the memory of past and future
Real and unreal
What is time but
Opposite of a thing

I have been so busy
I get energy from socialising
I feel full and capable
But I lose myself if I don't make a slot
A shell of time on my own
To pause
Remember this

The horror of you in
lesser light, when you took
via dolorosa, to
meet yourself.

Moon was not waiting
for you in unkind sky. A
pinhole of dark would not send
some hope.

Something unsavory was a
way of unhappening,
tying the knot with the destiny
of doing nothing.

Losing my kernels in
desert of words. I took
the wrong path of liberation―
where no god lives.