i thought to put the love
i couldn't give to myself 
to a better use 
i brought in a rabbit 
and time was the 
tortoise 
and the heart pumped
blood 
as 3 am thoughts 
built a rotten 
building for me 
and i stayed in there 
trying to close all the doors 
and i sold time
for white light to be
fitted in the ceiling 
for expanding the 
building 
and i sat under the light 
as it flickered, dim and static 
but now my eyes burn staring 
at it for long 
and i walk to the dark corner 
and sit there, my back pressed 
to wall with falling paints 
and i get lost in the 
changing seasons 
building begins crumbling in
on itself 
for the record there's no
recurring monsoon these days 
the rabbit hops around 
as the seasons transition 
taking a slow step like a 
tortoise 
winter, 
a coolness to bring out 
the warmth within
of much needed rest
for the mischief of spring 
summer, 
brilliant rays of light 
granting new vibrant colours 
to appreciate and to paint 
my soles, palms and myself with
autumn takes her pirouette, 
her sweet turn on the stage 
to behold us in grace 
and makes us waltze 
with the naked bark
with the ground montage
and spring is the 
vestige of winter
promise of summer
and the branch offer their wand 
of green bud to it for a new-bloom
gently blazing the warmth within 
and i am the tortoise 
in the building 
and i sit with my body 
pressed to the wall with 
cracks that let the love slip in 
and the building slowly 
collapses in on itself 
i thought to put the love 
to a better use
and i bargained with time
for time to share it with me.