today

Is the blinking of your eye a greater task,

today?

Is it because the world is too much to take in,

today?

Is breathing ,is  walking, is the beating of a heart - 

the clockwork you forget about,

an unfailing companion from the start,

is the beating of your heart close enough

to ripple your jaw today?

They say the world will not end

with this and that,

not with failing the gargantuan examination,

not with the itch of predestined disease,

not when someone shakes you out of your delusion.

Heck, the world will not end

Even if you do.

But yours will.

What we grow from day to day

is not a new heart or younger eyelids,

We grow memories in the magnitude

that only memories can grow in.

And they become a mirror of

what we want

and what we want no more of

today. 

And only memories are visitors

when there will be no visitors tomorrow.

And when tomorrow will be the same as

today.

And beauty is and youth is

a scandal of 

today.

And if the look in someone's eyes

is bribe enough,

what you want is yet not

a memory.

Beauty will follow purpose,

and the time is

today.