Sands of Time

Hands of time
struck in line
mind wonder,
will you ever be mine?

Rofous nightingale
your voice it seems,
“Hello”, heart’s fly
“Goodbye”, heart’s sigh
worry not, I won’t pry.

Hark! Heart palpitating
skipping in an abnormal beat, pyrosis,
serotonin and dopamine so low,
into entropy, unusual flow.

In an ocean, waves of thought.
Left unchecked sure to rot.
Like anemia, complexion pale
frustration, bitterness and hopelessness prevail.

Cries in vain, refusing to see
Drinking life out of me. 
Trickling of memories, scenes from my past,
like slipping sands in an hourglass.

Will tomorrow be the same drought
to this desert heart?
Bless the oasis you left
which shelters the thirsty souls,
surge of happy memories
etched on the sands of time.

-Graci and Ankit-

A collab I did with Graci, She is all about food, gardening. poetry and photography.
This photo was taken by her.