Time

Time stands like a stranger  ,

In a calendar,

With the dates arranged 

like the stiff collar of the shirt,

Giving me shivers,

With its stern undertones of a deadline.

 My eyes wander

beyond the frames,

For the count of time.

Only to find them
In the tales of yesterdays,
And in the expectations of a tomorrow.

Somewhere down the line,
They break  into moments,

Elongating into unending sagas,
Silencing the ticking soldier,

Parading around the future.

I do not know where I belong,
 l forget the borders of my existence,
Only to feel my breath 
Diffuse into the air,
Nowhere to be found!

Glimpses of a strange vision haunts me, 

No more of  yesterdays and tomorrows.

nothing remains but an eternal moment

freed from the bondage of time,
 merging  into the ocean of the universe.