This poem is dedicated to Zaina Keriwala
Dear Zaina,
You told me my last poem lacked persona.
So here I am at 4:30 AM.
Here I am as Manindra de Mel.
Dear Zaina,
I've had my fair share of experience with time. I travelled through close to seventeen years of it.
Like many, I've tried to deal with my time.
Like many, I've failed.
Dear Zaina,
Why is time so slippery?
Like water running through my hands, I see time pass by in what I thought to be a mere moment.
I've chased after it, running. Wanting more of that moment.
But it's simply too fast for me to catch up.
Dear Zaina,
I've tried hiding,
Ignoring,
Repelling,
It worked.
But only for a mere moment.
Only then does time come back to haunt me. Instead of my chasing after it. It chases me.
it's cruel.
Why is it so cruel?
Why is it so fast but also so slow?
Dear Zaina,
Time doesn't seem to care about me.
Dear Zaina,
What do i do?
- Manindra de Mel
