By Aarti Nayak
The hourglass murmurs tales of every verse,
Life designs, beginnings and endings so terse.
Sands of time gathering fables on the go,
Destinies being told by this amazing show.
Grains of sand slipping through time,
Each mute grain orating the cacophony of a timeline.
The golden sand falling so gently,
Settles on a cascade of moments gone by
Of laughter shared
And tears that glared.
A quire of dreams,
Some fulfilled, few others were never built.
A world of sound,
Some overwhelming tones, others calm as stones.
Of battles fought and victories sought
Each grain a beautiful symphony,
Gentle in grace and harmony.
As the hourglass turns,
We stand still...
This beauty in grains like silk,
This silent melody — our fleeting reverie.