Tik Tik Tik

“I open the door and cross the threshold of imagination” Time past, like a grandma’s tale Has a moral to tell. Time present, busy, full and bursting Save me, my Lord. Time future, O God, It’s but a dream Time hangs heavy hereabouts, at this bus stop, Called the market stop, where folks wait bleary-eyed, But not for this spectacled, haggard, wiry girl At this bookstore opposite in conversation With a rough- looking guy for forty minutes now The bus comes, I squeeze myself in , but eyes strain To find if that butterfly, book in hand, a last minute arrival Had fluttered on to this bus; yes, she had.. Time suddenly grows a butterfly’s wings and flies. Out there, time, the prancing horse, is a non-stop myth, , The ageless do not get time-worn, Again, there, air, space and all its gadgetry Free Of all traps and waits and longings Having time, not human-clock-bound, Locked up in stellar boxes, pressed into black holes Waiting for an explosion..the end…timeless end. Form used: All the three are in Free verse form Contest: `Three Gems` of Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet~ BY : S.Jagathsimhan Nair Date written: Written years back, but slightly compressed for this post 04 aug 2011