“Can you see time? No. Then you should stop looking for it.” – Zen Proverb
Under drooping eyelids
Over the poised pen that waits
Inside bits and bytes
Around exhausted sinews
Beneath unread books
Between rows and columns of galloping thoughts
I attempt to inject my excuses
For deadlines missed.
I wait for you to come
And yet rush around like a mad man
Doing everything but open doors
To let you in
I see you peeping in, gesticulating
To be let in
And all I do is show you a pile of deadlines
Some pissed, some missed.
Shadows lengthen as the sun once again
Moves over to waken yet another
Hard-pressed brother
Get up and run to catch missed deadlines
And in this race
In the midst of all this bother
Ideas that might have touched hearts with grace
Add to the growing pile of deadlines missed!
There is nothing to be said
No reason will suffice
But I will like to bed
Time at any price
And with it give a shape
With phrases and words
But I’m pulled in every direction and back
By deadlines missed!
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Missed deadlines… a poem
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Arvind Passey
12 April 2016
2 comments
Amit Srivastava says:
Apr 12, 2016
The space between deadlines and milestones, the self inflicted guilt of procrastination. In the space where regret overuns the sense of achievement we all stutter… For all we do is allude to shortage of hours in a day.
Well captured sir..
Arvind Passey says:
Apr 12, 2016
Thank you, Amit… and it is the joy of a poet thanking you. 🙂