Good memories slip away; Bad memories stay...
I Keep Courting the Fickle Time
I keep courting the fickle TimeAll my life...
And Time, capricious, keeps slipping
Out of my grip, all the time...
I clutch my fist tighter
And Time slips away like sand,
Faster, through my fingers...
I try to tempt it with my love,
Cage the moments ecstatic,
In my memories treasure house,
But it slips away in a trice,
At the behest of cruel agony's tide...
The powerful hand of destiny
Deals a blow, so severe, so scathing,
So forcefully that poor ecstasy,
Cowers somewhere deep into
The recesses of soul, timidly, feebly-
Too vulnerable, too delicate, too fleeting,
To face the ever aggressive agony-
Agony, striding forward at even pace, confidently,
Quickly delving deep into the core
Of being, and swiftly occupying all the space
Leaving precious little for the
Bashful, hesitant ecstasy...
And Time. The faithless, just casts a brief glance
And passes me by-
Failing to even notice
That I stand there since eternity
Waiting for that one moment,
Even if in passing,
Of ecstasy-
So elusive, so quiet, so dear-
I stand agape
And am left watching,
Quietly, silently, eloquently...
Poignantly-
In timelessly long agony...
Author: Zoya Zaidi
Aligarh (UP), India
Copyright ©: Zoya Zaidi
10.11.2009 12pm;
Modified : 26. 03. 2010
Photo: Man standing on the stairs of the Timeless Golconda Fort-Hydrabad India-Photo by and ©: Zoya Zaidi
Poetry by Zoya Zaidi
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