Sleepy morning

At six it is still dark for a dawn

The crescent moon still bright

In the east doesn't know it is

Time to go for the street lights

Are just going off to say it is now

Time for early risers to wake up 

And begin the morning routine

One jogger is already out coaxing

The sleep out of his night feet

What is this new bird singing?

It sounds like a migrant from

Colder climes celebrating this

New place just right for breeding.

Should I sleep or keep watching

The sky for the late riser's arrival?

No borders

The full moon is clear of the tree

After staying behind it for hours

The yellow glow has given way to

A milky luminescence, no less

Enticing, for all the memories it bears

All the facts we now know about the

Non-luminous body cannot lessen its

Lustre in a sky that is more an illusion

No more tangible than a mirage.

Do not remind me of nights when there

Were not as many lights to keep the dark

And fears and phantoms and gods away

History reminds me more of human folly --

This white orb that inches across the blue 

Helps keep the earth in orbit around the sun

When nations tighten their borders all over

The universe will throw its arms wide open

To the fearless migrant with new propulsion.

Look back with love

Let me remember those days

When we forgot ourselves

The days we want to remember

Are those when we forgot ourselves

The songs we love take us away

From troubles we can't get out of

When we return we seem to have 

No troubles we can't get out of 

We look back with love at the past

For it contains all the ones we love

Those we have lost to time and those

Who have no time to look back with love

What we will own

The friend calling me after a long time

Recalls times we can't stop laughing over

For we almost got lynched that tense night

Going to help a couple elope from home

What happened was we had to abandon

Our mission and catch the first bus back,

The two later found the right time to leave

Their place and had a civil marriage which

Soon fell apart as the man woke up one

Morning and found his love had evaporated,

We were glad we had not forced the issue

To only find that hearts lose their ardour.

In college we were called vagabonds by

One classmate, prone to malapropism.

He did not take time off from his books

For an occasional film or to hang around

At the tea shop listening to the prince's

New songs that still light our way back,

The days we wasted are the ones we want

To relive for when the end comes we know

We will own nothing and nothing will own us.