Answers that just do not come

                                                        Sunset at Dhanushkodi, September 2014.

Today when the hours hung heavy bind us

As much

And the moments not lived be as precious

As others

What we did not or will ever know

What this hour be remembered for;

If this be the hour that will hang light

Will I stop crying, and how long will it survive?

Will now be remembered for, what we would not have believed

Had we known our tomorrow?

I look at myself and I want to be beautiful

I look at the world and it has been so

The heart beckons to go, stealthily forever

Like the monkeys that watch from the corner

And steal the papayas not yet grown

Repeatedly, and are not afraid to do;

Not for the best of gifts you gave

Not for the best of times I had

No, I cannot stop crying for that, not until I can find why

For the answers that just do not come.