Words Nafisa C.
Header Credits Jamila M. (@Jamilamilamila)
Bygone has the late hour;
The dusk sets low on the clouds, barely a promise;
a new dawn is over the horizon.
Past is a mere fragment, residing in the memories,
conscious looms at the peculiarity.
What waits is the future;
The fragile unknown, barely a motion away from change.
Past is alive, like the sun lighting the path
The future – a thick mist obscuring what lies ahead.
Memories of the better days – an anchor
Keeping afloat amongst the tides of the unfamiliar.
The past keeps me alive,
For it is the assurance of reality.
But the future; an imagination
a castle in the wind, a whiff and it tumbles.
Yesterday is an affectionate caress,
A lullaby for the heaviest of nights.
A slumber of a child,
Blissfully unaware of the mighty unknowns.
Tomorrow is a dive
In the deep and dark waters, fate concealed.
Sand in the palm,
Slipping into oblivion.