As time changes <br />am i not the same –me <br />as i muse in glaze and glitters <br />for the passions of being distracting <br /> <br />lest i be not depriving of love in jittery <br />with strands of interludes uplifting desire <br />smooching my soul shoving upon the dreams <br />beyond and beneath beckoning here or elsewhere. <br /> <br />the time deep and infinite etching dusts amazing <br />like silken skin preened into beauty shimmering <br />that opens up all the secrets of lost love shrinking <br />in the midst of silence as yet crooning in cascading.<br /><br />Dr subhendu kar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-time-changes/
