You and I, we are like
the hands of a clock
enjoined for eternity.
We may traverse our paths alone
Me in my impatient hours,
You in your flighty seconds
But our centers remain the same.
At times we may be far apart,
I on the North Pole at 12
and you on the South at 6.
But rest assured our paths will cross
where I envelop you in my embrace.
That is the time I wish
time would stop. So you and me
are one again, just like in the womb
holding our hands to infinity.
But then you move on in a rush
Hopping from one minute to another,
Rejoicing in the moment.
Restless to see what lies ahead.
And I patiently wait knowing
that whatever lies ahead,
will bring you back to me.
P.S Mommyhood brings not so pleasant days at times. Days that weigh so heavy on your mind that you have to write in order to make sense of the chaos. This one is for my son Shivaan. Hopefully when he grows up, he understands