PLAY OF TIME


What should I write of dreams that leave traces
Nights have become endless drawn
across memory lanes
Various moments glitter in the evening sky
Some shines; Some fades
Gone with the wind-
colors and forms
But what can take away
The treasures buried deep within
Emotions pour out raining
Earth bear them in fragrance
Mind change tracks, its ways and means
What all these means to the Heart
who just watch all these speechless
Boats travel as oars pedal on
Shades move on as clouds of time move on
Mist is dead and born thousand times
cool moments lingers on, though gone traceless
As play ends, costume changes
Characters mist away in an unnoticed silence
Who knows what roles follow on
As stage is set and lights on
New dreams take forms;
as the next play begins..

 

Abhinayaraj

 

 

 
 
 


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