The Passage Of Time Poem by Fazli Sameer

The hours pass,
turning into days,
and weeks and months,
and years;
Bringing so much
pain and sorrow
and tears;
Amidst so many
days of wine
and roses.
Happiness, within fears.
Great moments of success,
winding up
amidst dreams
filled with
bitterness and hate;
Turning into
a crazy kind of payback
for many sins of old,
That can never be put away
resting in minds
and hearts
forever.
Suspicion,
hiding in the darkness
of every single moment.
Haunting,
each passing day.
Feeling,
as if in chains,
In a prison
called home;
Where respect
has been lost
and broken.
Like a bird, trapped
in a cage.
Wanting to soar
among the clouds
and be free
from all pain
and suffering.
Nirvana!
some call it,
while some prefer
Heaven…
And others,
Valhalla.
While some,
even say its nothingness.
An empty field
that stretches
into eternity
where one walks
and never feels weary.
Wherever it may be
What is most missing
is Peace of mind
and tranquility,
if they still exist
in this place
called the Universe.

(Riyadh, Saudi Arabia, July 24 2007)