Time is the eternal sculptor
Chiseling away through centuries
To create innovative masterpieces
Where many facets of life emerge
Bridging the past, present and future
Shaping the moments we dwell in
Where events are scheduled
To display the varied installations
Which cannot be replicated
Recorded in the chronicles of time
When our world will fade away
But time will be there till eternity
Relentlessly sculpting for the future
For, time brings change
And everything changes, except time itself

Future is cocooned in the dreams you weave

In the muddy waters
he sees a reflection of himself
but not even a splash of dirt on him

Trapped in bubble of illusion
Believing it to be the only reality
Future didn't beckon

Where you can be is ‘here’
All you have is ‘now’

Today, let the night rest in peace
I won’t share my day’s experience
Tired soul wants to quietly reminisce
Softly embrace me in your silence
Lilting tunes of ancient lullaby’s
Passed on through the night
Let me take refuge in your silence
A bed of reassurance of the night
And a pillow of your calmness
I can only wait to dream in peace
Awaiting the break of a new dawn
Soon, another day of hope will beckon

So many products on display
Shopping carts stare hungrily at you
With just a click you can order
Your minds tricked with colorful display
Giving a sense of ownership
Erasing the line between ‘need’ and ‘want’

Flowers in the wall
Did you see them bloom?
Vines crept up the water pipe
Like little yellow sprinklers in the sun.

The bricks that form the canvas
Building the concrete in time
Break! says the wind
Not so fast, smiles the vine.

Let us fly,
Free us.

Let us be,
Don’t hold us.

Love is not what it used to be
Let us not **** over the tears.

Poetry can’t be a limitation
Words radiating the poet’s imagination
Transcending beyond mere understanding
Poetry mesmerizes the soul and heart
Words beyond the regular
Reading between the lines, to decipher
For Poetry shall remain forever
Lyrical hymns, always hummed by poem lovers
Surviving the centuries, and beyond
Poetry can pay tribute, to unspoken feelings
From poet to poet and from poems to poems
A rich legacy will weave intricate Art