Try and slow down before

the end –

Try and move backward

towards clearer memories,

away from the black holes.

Before the sky opens up

and swallows you whole,

Before time sprints forward

and damages your soul.

Lightening strikes softly,

before the whispers

get louder,

overshadowing

the sound of thunder –

only in your head.

Move back a pace

Move forward quick before you

miss it all –

Then stop and hold it close,

Till it seeps through

Your fingers.

 

Rhea Dhanbhoora has been writing since childhood, has published a book of poems (Poetry Through Time, published by English Edition in 2003) and is currently a Literature student, writing features as part of a full-time job. She can’t imagine a life without writing and one day hopes to be able to live and breathe off the words, preferably in an idyllic country setting somewhere. Food, music, reading and travel are high up there on the list of things  she loves reading and writing about. Writing to her is, like life itself, an adventure – a journey to find her place, to define and redefine who she is over and over again and to live and learn through the process.