Unrest - by Archana Ghosh
The clock keeps reaching for the hour, and loses it in a second; I lie in unrest Hours turn into minutes turn into seconds; I lie in unrest The waves come close to the shore and they fizzle; I lie in unrest That elusive hour, that elusive wave; like a past unfulfilled; I lie in unrest The walls stand solid; the books stand stacked The naked branches on trees; seem firmly attached; I lie in unrest The continuum continues offering the hope of time; I lie in unrest Moments remembered, some take my breath away. They are beautiful Tasks numbered, some engage the mind. They are bountiful; I lie in unrest The stone takes on a patina; life takes on a skill; the ways of the world find their insidious ways; I lie in unrest The mountain air wafts past me in my imagination, a longing deeply felt; I lie in unrest Like a swan floating peacefully …; I lie in unrest