Takes the time away.
And as time slips, I focus,
Only to become lost in thought.
I cherish this moment,
Steeped in blissful quiescence.
For at this time,
I am not weighed by labels.
At this time,
I am neither student nor boyfriend
Nor the son of my parents, nor Indian
I am human, I am alive.
Reality pervades in intervals, though.
Bringing with it the sum of my problems.
In waves of fractured glass, I am submerged,
Immersed in reflections
And for those moments
I merely exist among myself.
But like the ocean, reality recedes
I stare as it makes its way back into its crevice
As a result, reality becomes clear
I become filled with understanding.
Beginning to lose focus,
Slipping back into objectivity.
As tenses begin to make sense
I tense and assume the proper pretense
Until the next moment comes.