Photo Source: 1xIn the speed of life,
The colours get blurred.
Some time stays in the past,
Some people move on.
Years hide behind smokescreens,
Lovely moments are etched vividly still.
We keep on looking,
For that elusive wind.
And we tried to hold on tight,
To dreams and rosy illusions.
Yet left we are with some sleep,
Tin soldiers, hopes & poems.
© Dipti Agarwal
11/11/09
The colours get blurred.
Some time stays in the past,
Some people move on.
Years hide behind smokescreens,
Lovely moments are etched vividly still.
We keep on looking,
For that elusive wind.
And we tried to hold on tight,
To dreams and rosy illusions.
Yet left we are with some sleep,
Tin soldiers, hopes & poems.
© Dipti Agarwal
11/11/09
3 comments:
Moving.
Write more often I say!
Lovely, lovely...
We are all grappling with the fast running time, leaving us behind...
@ Akshaya: I am :) I will :) :)
@ Cindy: yeah... we are always left grappling with time. never seem it get the equation just right...
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