On Days Like These

On days like these when the sand in the hourglass seems to be sliding faster than usual reminding you of how much of what remains to be done, let it not dishearten you, I tell myself, let is remind you of how far we’ve come.

There are days like these when turning pages seem the hardest most of all, when time flashes by as the to-dos of the expected life remain uncrossed,

On days overwhelmed by the possibilities the eyes can gaze through but afraid of the probabilities that play along,

When fear of the known chokes more, filling every vacant space,

On days like these,

Let us be.

Be with the wind as it erodes the flesh away,
flow with the river as it does since time immemorial,

Standing like a spectator between all of it.

On days like these,

Counting each second with hopes to slow it all down.

On days like these.

Listen

There are days
when I listen to the words
coming out of my mouth
as closely as I can,
after the words
have left me,
materializing into sounds.

What do the words mean,
where do they lead me?

Sometimes guilt takes over,
a little ounce of arrogance speaking;
but time is so that it shall
not turn for anyone.
And all I am left to do
is to listen to them
materialize into sounds.

Keys to Open

How strange

is it to have to ask

for keys to

open our own hearts.

To ask someone else

to unlock it,

should the demon

escape from the dungeons.

What fills the heart

is but not a demon,

it is an angel.

Teach him to fly,

perhaps he’ll return to you,

if not, he will be free as

should be.

Teach her to swim,

and she shall conquer

the oceans ahead,

no matter how stormy

the weather.

How strange

is it to have to ask

for keys to

open our own hearts?