Too Little Time Poem by Shelvakumari Thachayil

The light was blown away by the arrow
And the silence was still there
The goggles came closeand covered me
It is like a strange thing
The break in the canal
Somewhere in the mind
Like a fresh moisture
It was a rush on the last trip
Keep on standing
Maybe the gate of old age
I was looking for
Sweetness is only wine and love
Days of kiss
Life is the boundary path
The time when colorful dances
Anywhere lost losses
And lovely forms
I know he does not come but he thinks waiting
And after many days he will wrap and drink
No picture was cleared
Only the time has come to mind
Waiting for me to go..