Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Time Passes - Zualteii Poonte

Long gone, long done,
long ago yesterdays
live on in the recesses of the mind,
held by tenuous threads of spider silk
spun finely through the hazy distance
of mutating time.

But was it all quite as perfect
as you remember or does
the index of the mind
fudge the reality?

Then again,
does the truth really matter
so long as the illusions
leave you happy.

*Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened ~ T.S. Eliot*


Winter shreds
the leaves from the trees;
denuded, desolate, defenceless,
they stand in silence.
But Spring comes
and out of the bleak nothingness,
a new life breathes.

The old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new.

Photograph: Andrew Lalbiaknunga Ralte

Zualteii Poonte teaches English lit. at college and is the owner of this blog.