Time Unframed

I have sculpted my yesterdays into

a beautiful history that is unwritten.

Like window shopping 

I often visit them and look

at every moment -

the tears of solitude

the moments of loneliness

the unspoken words

the incomplete dreams

all appear as a distant image

far from sight like a shadow.

The past can never return

like an unfulfilled dream

it pricks and spills time.

Hiding the expressions

my mind rebounds 

the thoughts in flashback

and swallows me whole

I fight to breathe  fresh air

to associate my being with reality.

If past is the golden treasure,

today is  radiant pleasure
seize the moment and live it

nothing happens twice

today is offered once

you will not see tommorow.

Sabita Sahu