- Rahul Mahesh
THE LAST I SPOKE OF MOTHER TIME
The writings on the wall have thus faded,
Memories remain colluded.
In a state of confusion and maddening silence,
I rest undisturbed and in peace.
In quiet silences I feel you creeping,
Seeking and seething in my mind.
Waiting to open, break free;
Let time set me free, let me be.
In all these years I have stayed quite;
In unmindful musings I’ve waged wars.
Unrecognised and uncalled for I rest;
What crude abuse? What amusement I thus seek?
Yesterday I was but a memory,
Untouched and unadorned.
Waiting to scream, wanting to speak;
Let time set me free, let me be.
For now here I am,
Untouched flames I’d bleed.
Forgive me for the respite I seek,
Revival of the unspoken, Mother Time set me free.
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