A Timely Re'mind'er Poem by Pinaki Dewan

unfettered disruptions knocking on time's ivory door

a woman with cold feet
a prince on a white horse
an earthquake
a gunshot

time wades real slow in the gelatin emotions of the city lorn from inhabitance than isolation

museums screaking false history, six bullets missed six times, perforating the bluesy outskirts of the target

cemeteries hosting lovers, celebrating death with sex

cafés: zoars for transgressors; highrollers gambling, lechers violating, junkies buying packets, illegal immigrants bribing middlemen for fake credentials or maybe a crib
anyhow the terrorists are careful, they tarry in the woods

time, it is like the glass of the sandglass, the sand seems something else entirely, transient, lasting an hour, dainty, too slight, too light to be time
the sand, the sand flows into oblivion
the glass remains transparent, hard, cruel, eternal

eternal like the misery of the people
people, people, how collective, how singular, how definite, how indefinite

time flows freely for those who don't live for the moment

time present and time past are both perhaps present in time future *

i remember the day you shot me a bird
i remember hearing its beating heart
from a mile away, the heaving little lump of feathery muscle

i remember the day you tore me a rose
i felt nothing at all

memory is miserable, holding on to things you would rather let go, let fall from the cliff, let wash away by the saline billows, let blown away by a storm...

if only there was time

time to forgive and forget, time to build and destroy, time to start and end, time to stumble and poise, a time for every face, every friend, every enemy, every known, unknown, a time for the material, and a time for the immaterial

if only you were here to play with my past like a Grass or Doctorow would do

i let time fall like soot upon my white inners

in the casino, in the checkerboard of life, time holds the dice and the mind

she waits
with an urn tucked underneath her armpit
she looks like an ancient sculpture
scathed yet unscathed by time

i wish i had enough time to finish the letter i planned to send you
it lies like a naked woman waiting to be ravished
sent away in a white sari
back to her homestead

time, time is Bob winning the Nobel Prize

you craved for an embrace, you craved to read all the poetry in my eyes
but time... time let you only a small caress, a short glance, you glancingly skimmed through the 60-p'aged' book of poetry

his fame brought him to his knees
his name was carried to the trees
he longed for his shadow
but that too forgot the lease

how shallow, how infinitely shallow, time
how dense, how multifariously dense, time

eating away his earned meal
the freeloader pigeons, children, rain, time

eating away His created universe
His cruel Time

time came knocking on my watery door
i heard nothing
death came as peacefully as the sun comes everyday at dawn