Wait, wait.
I am holding a question
somewhere between my brain
and my nostrils.
If I breathe
I lose it
without an answer.
Wait, wait
I have to hold my breath.
2 . The Final Hours
The leap year, 2024,
has 56 days and 1,344 hours more to exit.
November is sailing by,
and December is soon to follow.
In the crisscross of time,
thoughts flip from shore to shore.
Yesterday, today, and tomorrow.
Besides the calculations
there is much left in 2024
before 2025 takes the show.
3. Lost Love
Love came on tiptoes.
Unrequited, Love banged the door.
I woke up.
Love lost is like a sunrise
never to come again.
4. Life
Life’s hourglass sits still
smiles and tears
entwined
with
life elixir
of incomplete stories.
Tulip Chowdhury writes from Georgia, USA.
