11/07/2025
Opened the window-
Breez turned the pages
over and over
of the only book
Chop chop…
Focused eyes on the calendar
Thirty-one years passed
Time can’t run
counterclockwise!
Feathers of bird float in air
while dusting the album.
Treasured carefully
in the cupboard drawer
clamorous sound of the
cowry snails crush.
Two decades gone, yet bright it stays,
A film we made in golden days.
Today it is a soft recall—
A frame, a smile, I miss it all.
Closing eyes
but seen everything-
Hello! Listening?
Weevils bite in wooden heron.
Who is knocking the door?
Oh, it’s time!
No, the ticking sound
Going down
by the dark stairs.
