Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Timelines are all a matter of illusion

They do not Exist

But as specks of time in individual minds

They stay to live on.

People, attachments, memories

Are delusions of destiny

That engage in the moments of existence

But get buried in the grains of time.

Toys fall on the way

And get forgotten in sand

Creating fairies that do not last

Toys, though lost, teach lesions of detachments

And stay on representations

Of all that is innately true.

And as steps are taken

Unconsciously, Circles are formed

Because experiences leave footsteps

Which only get darkened by the same feet

And patterns though exist

Are unconsciously lost in the limitations of the mind.

5 comments:

Amarnath Pallath said...

Loved the meaning in between lines

thenextcloud said...

Beautiful.

dinesh. said...

Who said actions speak louder than words.whoever said that must have hated poetry.
Poetry in its eloquent form .

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