Mosaic of a forgotten time

 

Dreams,
of a sublime moment,
surreptitious,
gnawing at the vicissitudes,
precarious to hold,
dangling,
clinging onto a thin gossamer,
desperate,
to break-in,
to encompass the brown,
dusk lay awaiting,
a thin crevice,
the frames arranging,
rearranging,
into a disarray,
the pied blooming,
of a desert rose,
poignant,
spreading its wings,
epiphany,
mosaic of a forgotten time.

Avijeet Das is a writer and a poet ("As the leaves fell slowly from the Jacaranda, I ran to catch a piece of the sky!"). His poetry and philosophical musings are found at http://www.facebook.com/soulandsoulitude
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