Of Borrowed Time Poem by abu tarek md tahsin

To breathe
is futile
where the heart is not intoxicated.

i leap
in a thundering smile
at a crowded cafe
where nothing belongs
except the touch of your cold hands.

the air outside
smells of humidity
and the night sky
is a forlorn passer by.

we never felt
the urge to love
like other lovers did.

we never felt
the need
to kiss and caress,
to dance or fight.

cause we knew
we existed
to be a part
but not the whole
of our existence.

why care?
why not dare?
to live and forget
a heart as beautiful
as yours and mine.

why feel lust?
why feel that agonizing scream
of a silent heart?
when all we have
is moments
to carry each other
in a life
of borrowed time.