Symphonies of time echoes for long
traversing the roads unkown
Left were the imprints, haunting bold

Singing rivers of deep melancholy
seeping beads of nostalgia in air
dancing vacant bouyant wind
uncovering the mystique affair

pieces of broken sense
mosaic of moments scattered
paused and captured in the time frame

heavy loaded steps
reminiscent of the baggage past
placing perspective right
We account for nothing in the galaxies vast


Manisha