An Unintelligible Clock Poem by Muhammad Umair

Is the clock ticking forward or
Backwards! Every day,
I meet, greet and treat
People caressingly. Next day—they
Pass by as if complete strangers.
Mondays sometimes come before
Sundays—sometimes, after.
Is the clock ticking forward or
Backwards! It was yesterday
I stumbled upon love,
Was loved and felt intact.
To-day—again—I lie in bed of
Torment utterly detached.
Is the clock ticking forward or
Backwards! Twilight sometimes
Brings melodious birds, singing
Songs of love. Sometimes,
A howling night creeps in, keeping
People afar. Presently,
The moment that is the happiest;
In nostalgia, it becomes the saddest.
I strive to get rid of melancholic memories;
The next day, they knock at my
Door afresh, making me perplexed,
I ask—is the clock ticking forward or
Backwards!