Author: Reena Saxena

Long Before There Was An Us

how silly if we ever think of it though
truly time flies by so fast no matter what we do
back then we never knew it would be this fast
that’s why we took the liberty of not letting love last.

’twas funny for we knew we love deeply
the kind of love even the heavens would envy
too late when we realized love took the freedom and flew
up and far away it went to where we never knew.

so here we are in a crowded room filled of people
with our endless game of who screwed up the most, of the little
and who took the easy road out leaving the other oblivious
why love left so sudden it made the other anxious.

fast forward to today, we dare and say
“i love you with all my heart, come what may”
but…

Time races on for all, where moments slip through fingers like sand,
Yet, I find myself stuck, as if time has halted.
No forward progress, no backward retreat,
Caught in limbo, I can see seasons change.
But my own life remains untouched,
Will I ever break free of this hold,
And embrace the flowing current of time…

Reena’s Xploration Challenge – #282

All around her, people flashed off and on like slides on overhead projectors, each time reappearing in a different, fixed position. The grocery store’s aisles weren’t any more or less crowded than a typical day; people spattered the produce section. They had been perusing the stockpiles of Red Delicious apples, Anjou pears, Haas avocados, checking for bruises, when the lights came down.

She had never seen anything like this. A blinding light covered everything as far as she could see, or rather, not see. Time stopped. People began blinking in and out of existence, in the nature of turn signals, each one going at its own rate, but all blinking. She didn’t understand why she was an exception.

She had crouched down next to a giant cardboard cutout of Donald Trump holding a can of mixed nuts in each hand—a new ad campaign for Emerald. She had noticed his hair…

Reena had two picture prompts today and since I have some time left, I decided to take on the picture that looked like a silhouette of a runner to me, but I am really not sure what it is and perhaps it is a dancer.  Anyways, as I drove to the grocery store, I was listening to that Holland–Dozier–Holland song ‘(I’m a) Road Runner’, which was first released by Junior Walker & the Allstars in 1966.  The cover that I herd was on a CD titled Garcia Live Volume Five, anyway it made me think of this picture and it is a cool song.  I read that Walker was a road warrior, constantly touring and performing, and Motown Records had a hard time getting him into the studio to record this, because he was always out on the road.

The road runner is not a bird in this song…

It is entirely your choice to use either one or both of the images as prompts.
I chose the image below.

Prudence became momentarily frantic while searching for her cellphone. She needed to know the time!
How long had she been ambling along the serene, wooded path?
What time IS it?!
“Okay Prudy, breathe…just breathe.”

Moments ago, she’d watched chipmunks scurrying in and out of a tree trunk. But for “How long?” She still grasped a little of a blissful, weightless, freedom. She hadn’t known the time and, for once, didn’t care. But now, Prudence needed to know!
She’d been a slave to time since… well, forever. Forever was indisputably a long time and “NOW” couldn’t work without the anchor of a clock. Everything needed a time stamp- a before and after. It was the lifeline and essential compass that sustained her.

A distant voice came out of nowhere…