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Nov 2016
A stranger - Plays with you
like an old friend sometimes,
yet shows a different shade
in its fleeting.

Offers no reasons
for its changing seasons.

Sometimes  stops
to make a moment larger than life
and sometime just flies away
like a bird in hurry to kiss the horizon.

Holds you in its warped
clutch sometimes
yet lets you kiss
its open palms other times.

Time is like a man,
changing all the time,
travelling and wandering
like a grain of sand
on the wings of a whim's wind.
Written by
Nikunj  Mumbai, India
(Mumbai, India)   
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