Past and Present
Late at night, the clock’s ticking
pricks the silence softly.
Time on his paws stealthily
moving, leaves behind memories
some vague, some so vivid
that feels like it was today.
After spring’s first rain, the starless
skies have fallen calm, the winds
too have tired, quietude weaves
thick. The past creeps in slowly
taking over the realm of my thoughts-
images from yesteryears come to the mind.
Moments bygone rise and surge like
tidal waves bringing in shells that whisper
soft memories buried in the sands of time,
a personal store of recollections that remains
stashed around the corner of the heart
never to be erased by Time’s cruel hand.
Asudden, I’m awakened out of my reverie
by a gentle tap of morning breeze on the window.
I pull back the curtains to see the first glow
of the rising sun that heralds a new day,
embedded in reality, diffusing all fake
dreams and the visions of the past.
I believe in humanism and respect all religions. My message to the world is peace.