Time
Time crying
In golden streams
Lifting spirits
Bending wills
I pause
With answers
“The line is straight”
Time laughing
Like wind chimes
Breaking bonds
Burning bridges
I run
With fear
“The line is a circle”
Time thinking
Like old trees
Forming connections
Erasing emotions
I look
In awe
“The line is a loop”
Time absorbing
Like a black hole
Painting pictures
Fading sounds
I weep
With sadness
“The line is an ellipse”
Time leaking
Like broken umbrellas
Filling outlines
Masking details
I cry
With pain
“The line is a full stop”
After a long time I would leave here with a smile:) of wonder! Does Time,at any time,dissolve the line altogether?
Liked the evolution of time becoming more complex with each shape, then ending abruptly.
Loved the last lines…amazing!
The poem’s a lifeform unto itself, tearing through time into a fantastic crescendo…
breaking bonds
burning bridges
i love…
Thanks everyone for the nice words you left behind. Much appreciated.
Woah! That took my breath away. After a long time, Anil. 🙂