3:07pm

We stand in the stairwell
alone, with the soundproofed walls
We are honest strangers
who meet far too often, for far too long
We let go, we separate
carrying secrets worth pennies and gold
We don't exist
-- not in the sunlight
and never in the rain.

12:35am

When is the best time to be someone you're not --
Living just to breathe and exhale,
Trudging on day by day
Being minimal in every which way?

What season is it are we permitted to hide --
Shy away, numb ourselves,
or malinger through any and all hardships
and be not life, but life-like?

Time does not tick away
Like checkmarks on a list,
but ticks to uncover a  rhythm,
a pattern, a path, a power. 

The seconds of summer are gold
The hours of winter are jewels
And so we are rich till the last breath
and Death? They say it stops for no one
but I am one who'll not live on any less.

11:56pm

I won't go there.
I won't meet half-way.
But I'd take a step,
and another,
I wouldn't stay
in that one place.
I'd walk,
at a slow pace
and you'd run
till we meet
somewhere on this tangled map.

4:05am

A sleepless night
-- it's been awhile
Shut eyes, open mind
worries of a trivial kind.

No matter the matter
the tracks lead no where
And I've no idea
between the back-tracked
and the new path.

6:41pm

We aren't philosophers
But we try, don't we?
A little, a bit, a lot
From there onwards
A chat, a sit, a talk
From there onwards
A pause -