Creating Time

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Immemorial time speaks
Instant truth belies
As I peek through
An aperture of the past.

Time travel in the hour
When a grave shout miseries
World revolving through
Speaking of ironic beauty.

Religion mocks with the cross
As it exhibits pain there
A hood of freedom in the tears
That fell from the heavens.

A lone sparrow meets a point
Where past meets the future
It traps life in its wings
Even illusion of mistakes.

‘Careful,’ says my instinct
As I step on a harsh reality
Interpreting what is beauty
A hug come as a wind, from history.

I embrace the present, in lights
In fragrances of the nature across
The path shows me a way out
To what I do not even seek.

I lay in the dark, all through
For they teach me mysteries
Choice of the truth, non existent
For there is no wrong, like the right.

Β I wander out, in the open skies
A set of wings show the way
To explorations of the senses
For history is still in making.

Also Prompted @Sunday Scribblings, OSI, Inspiration Monday, Trifecta and 3WW.

P.S. The above picture is clicked by yours truly.

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14 thoughts on “Creating Time

  1. You know the mark of a good poet? Paradox. A brave cowardice in this poem, a beautiful tapestry of gaudy, delusional scars…this is what I see..this is what I wish to kiss, kiss it till my lips melt and fill the scars and heal the gaps.

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