Hourglass Poems

hourglass

time slips and slithers
right through my brisk days and nights~
like sands in hourglass

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I Drank from an Hourglass

It has long ceased to rain here.
The embers of drought are fanned by the merciless
Hands of hell.
The air is stifling,
The heat insufferable.
I cringe from a long wait on a queue in the narrow
Trench at a fast-drying
Brook.
I wait from the crack of dawn to vespers time,
But not an iota of liquid
The size of miniaturised Sri Lanka

THE HOURGLASS

THE HOURGLASS
I watch the grains of sand as they slowly sift through my grandfather’s vintage hourglass.  Time doesn’t move slowly, though. Instead, it seems as if the hourglass has cracked open, and all the sand is quickly spilling out. 

I wonder if anyone else notices this phenomenon—how many days, minutes, and hours run through

Puddle of Dreams

I’m bound to a bowl of rusted paint.
		Why don’t they relate to my disabled state?
		Is it the way I row the boat?
		Or is it the way I carry cows and goats?
		I will faint,
		And they will pray.
		But someday…I’ll say,
		I won’t duck into their pepper spray.
		Cauce, I know the way to Heaven’s gate.
		I’m stuck in a fate

Hourglass

Hourglass

The sun has become dimmed 
with each step
the pathways seem endless 
He is dazed
even as his mind is fazed
He loafs 
as a floating leaf
romancing the breezy wind
He is immersed in simmering waters
doused with flickering hopes
drums to the echoes of yesterday
dances to the clanging fetters
beckons to the fastened doors
staggers through the mocking maze
He fidgets, longing, 
watching

Escaping The Hourglass

YEARS
into months
MONTHS
into weeks
WEEKS
into days
DAYS
into hours
HOURS
into minutes
MINUTES
into seconds
SECONDS
into moments
MOMENTS
— sublime

(Dreamsleep: May, 2025)

Your Hourglass Of Time

Time flows so quickly
grains tumbling in
small measures
shifting sweet
rhythms of
life. Keep
the pace
and flow
since time
is too short-
turn it again 
gather blessings
flowing to achieve
your great finish line

Hourglass

Falling sand,
Seems like a waterfall,
But starts grain by grain.
It starts with you missing your pills,
Confusing the days—
The hourglass starts full.
With ideas and a life well lived,
Slowly it empties out,
Revealing the regrets from within—
The beach is empty.
Barely any sand is found.
Friends say the joy we had with it,
Is enough to replace it now—
But every time I

You ask what remains after emotions have flowed like sand through an hourglass?

You ask what remains after emotions have flowed like sand through an hourglass?
Just a pair of eyes that now look only to see,
not to feel, not to remember the echo of yesterday,
without a trace of the past, without the outline of the future, just the suspended moment.
A tongue dried of words, not of silence, but

Hourglass

My hushed song begs for a refrain,
   I need a traveling companion.
    Could do a trip by myself,
      but it isn’t half the fun. 
       Let’s fill an hourglass!
     We could mix our media,
 

The Empty Hourglass

Embalming 
your memory
the funeral
dragged on
Returning 
the remnants
that pain
had prolonged

The pallbearers
stationed
each side
of the grave
A grieving
reminder
that time
— had enslaved 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2025) 

I was fooled

The curvature with the bumps seen well carved,
My innate restraints were blatantly starved.
Her faint silhouette, my lust suddenly craved,
With the entrance to her paradise paved.

She swayed like shadows of an hourglass cast,
My hands, drawn to her fullness, held steadfast.
With nature’s finest art upon her chest,
Sensuous sweats soaked through my thin white vest.

Suddenly, the sky grumbled

Hourglass of Life

My eyes nervously cast a side glance
At the big clock on the wall above the table,
Marking the time in my mind,
Anxiously dreading sleepy time for all:
The darkness,
The quietness,
The aloneness.
Only with my thoughts swirling like a giant mess of wires,
Retracing each step,
Erasing and reworking,
Arranging and rearranging,
Talking to myself,
Crying,
Writing,
Reading.
Tick tock, the hourglass of life—
A startling reality,
The sand

You are just a grain of sand in an endless hourglass, time flows ceaselessly

You are just a grain of sand in an endless hourglass, time flows ceaselessly,
And one day you will be gone, stardust scattered in the cosmic wind of forgetting,
Maybe in twenty years, maybe tomorrow at dawn, when the sky is barely waking,
So am I, a fleeting shadow on the earth that continues to breathe,
The world will

Hourglass of Primal Wolf Skulls

Why does he provoke me to anger?

He stalks among us -  with his song -
a wolf's grin

His inimicality beckons 
like a hawk's talons,
luring prey to certain death

Yet he imparts wisdom 
to those who bleed

Beware!

his insights twist 
like a pit of pepper x vipers;
devouring souls He spins tales of survival
and primal instinct
Beneath the façade
lies decay
concealing

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