Shape of Time

The sundial pours sand. Time.
Tickling down through the ridge
To reach the big round bulb.

Like we wriggle through the 
rigors of pain,
To reach the world of sun.
The shine. The brilliance.

If sun had a regulator knob,
We could light it up in untimely
moments,
But it is in nature to dim its shine 
For moon to dance, stars to sing,

My star counting window has
Curtains of cloud,
Eyes treading through layers to
catch the twinkles—
Rainbow spreading mind and 
the tedium of cherry picking,

For I wanted to write yesterday,
And  today is yesterday now.

The clock ticks,
Words try to form,
And flow in the river of eternity
Just like time,
Like small waves holding hands 
In search of an ocean,
Shimmering by the day,
Soothed by the night,
Boasting a sip from a lazy cup—
Indolent winter unpins hair,

Forming sine curve with the
flowing breeze,
Letters put to barbecue,
Simmering on charcoal,
Warmed by the ablaze beneath,

Slow unearthing the sizzling 
chemistry of verse,
On the verge of being created
A brush of butter. A gush of wind.
And ashes are yet to fly…..

Why do we complain of our urban strife,
When we find cacophonous silence
of the ancient so jarring ?!

#brain fog

#Chronic illness

#Imagination

#Invisible illness

#Mental Health