The past we saw. The future we can’t have.

“Past is the name of the air-line that cannot carry both of us”
is an excuse, and
“Future is a muscle we can share”.
So do I have to start everyday again with telling you from my hide-out
visions and blank papers do not make me tangible.
You doubt that
I am a reflection
because
one night
changes more than
a sleepless century .
I ascertain
one night
we coincided
but the escape was incomplete.
It was a quick retreat.
You write on blank papers
“Future is what we could be out there”
I do not even believe that
“Past is what we could be then”.
In that night
rain could cover both of us.
My vision has become weak so I can only perceive that
your letters still keep the same distance in between.
It bothers me that
you move your hand from the right to the left and your thoughts from the future to the past.
It is in vain that
you use binoculars.


No matter where that night got lost like our pasts. Future is a muscle we can’t share.

You use binoculars.
It is in vain that
you move your hand from the right to the left and your thoughts from the future to the past.
It bothers me that
your letters still keep the same distance in between.
My vision has become weak so I can only perceive that
rain could cover both of us
in that night.
“Past is what we could be then”.
I do not even believe that
“Future is what we could be out there”.
You write on blank papers
it was a quick retreat
but the escape was incomplete.
We coincided
one night.
I ascertain
a sleepless century
changes more than
one night
because
I am a reflection.
You doubt that
visions and blank papers do not make me tangible
So do I have to start everyday again with telling you from my hide-out
“Future is a muscle we can share”
is an excuse, and
“past is the name of the air-line that cannot carry both of us.”


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