A poem by Satya Vedant.
Time… was like a white horse
standing still in the gold grass,
Time was a mango
in the hands of a farmer,
Time was like a stranger,
a listener with passion,
peeling away everything
not needed.
Time brought new colors,
colors – needed but
could not have imagined.
Time was…
whispering at midnight,
“You are never naked. You are never alone.”
Time held you,
embraced you, said –
drop it, drop everything.
Time organized all feelings
like favorite toys on a shelf.
Time changed
everything to its opposite
and back again, for better.
Evening, deep… quiet,
the moon, white pleasure…
shining glory of a newly wed bride.
Dreams full of emeralds,
A bed full of stars.
Time was a lover, whispering at midnight:
“You are never naked. You are never alone.”
Satya Vedant
Thanks to Astha Dixit Joshi who shared it on Facebook – photo credit to Alex Blajan at unsplash
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