as time moves on by the hours <br />we are all in between the milestones <br />the love of matrix by the dichotomy <br />birth and death when destined as ordained <br /> <br />in our space and time <br />to rave up as we trudge bye <br />sun when rising onto the setting <br />the dream’s nightmare when bestirred <br /> <br />time changes by the ages <br />the dusts slowly settles into the oblivion <br />simply the history in ages and eons <br />from silurian to this day when riling <br /> <br />we would simply be racked up heartless <br />in its archives yet with breathless breath <br />eternity when sways away in its own way <br />embracing the memories by its own tone <br /> <br />moon yet bedazzles beyond top of hill <br />dream seems to be stunning in blue <br />the world yet breaths slowly all through the eons <br />as we would all mingle to the sands of time <br />.<br /><br />Dr subhendu kar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/time-in-its-own-tone/
