Tedium of Time
She stares into the void, he smokes his cigar;
They have become those birds in the bell jar.
Lost in their little worlds, they hardly ever talk
While tick-tock, tick-tock goes the big clock.
When they tied the knot who could have said
That fire would be ice and love would fade?
If he looks at the ceiling, she gazes at the wall,
If she likes to daydream, he loves his alcohol.
The cooped up couple has reached a dead-end
But the neighbours say it is never too late to mend.
What to do today, tomorrow or the day after?
They wait for a messenger to bring the answer.
Mornings, evenings, nights: all feel the same;
Tedium of time traps in a never-ending game.
Nawal Kishor Sharma teaches English at a university in Gujarat, India. He has published poems in Visual Verse, an online anthology of art and words. His areas of interest include comparative literature, translation and history of art.