poems_dilse
Saturday, May 21, 2005
Moving on...People hurriedly pass by my side
I move on with my usual stride
Soon among the crowd of faces
My face mingles leaving no traces
Just as singles droplets of rain
Mingle with water of the vast ocean
I move on, for, stopping is death
Time drags me with each of my breath
Sometimes I look back, try to recall
But each moment I see my past getting small
Then again if I really want to find
I find them in the corners of my mind
At moments when I am lulled into sleep
Thats when into my fondest dream i peep
As time moves on, so do dreams
Like a movie with no sound no film
I cannot recollect them when I am awake
Does that mean dreams are fake?
The current of time continues to move on
With dreams and reality life trudges along
Moments to hours, hours to days
Some years later ages pass away
When I look by my side again
I find new people walking in new lanes
I still find them hurrying by me
The changes of time... why cant i see?
