The ribs of sand fight against the grains of time
" Who can catch my flow?", a prudent time smirks
The sand ribs cry in unison, "We"
Time stops for a moment aghast
It's breaths fall short weighing each second
The ribs of sand spring out of sea shore forming dunes
Time gets alarmed, it panics as it fights for motion
It knew not it's footprints would be counted
It's motives calculated: ounce by ounce.
The sand dunes rise higher, higher than those sea waves reaching out to help time
Life comes to a stand still as time starts decaying
The rotten smell of memories and despair fill the void
The fallen leaves of time calculated in years, hours and minutes get a final adieu
Not any longer do people get remembered
Not any longer do promises collapse
Not any longer do time boast of it's glory
All in the sand, it does mingle
The heavens rattle in unison as the stitch of time lies threadbare.
All that remains is life that doesn't tick
Memories that don't flip
Promises that don't get tested
All that remains of us is a wasteland.
Destiny, finally has a good laugh as it watches life burry time to its eternal sleep.
"Read between the lines", I heard our professor say. We were in midst of a Victorian text. I looked at her point blank. She had spoken about something which I had no clue about. "Ma'am, would you please elaborate? ", I tried framing this sentence in my mind but my introverted self overpowered my inquisitive soul like everytime. I hopelessly waited for an explanation. Ma'am started explaining about how beyond the surface meaning of any written text, there lay a wide plethora of meaning which wasn't explicitly stated. She talked about finding a void between the written words and our imagination, that void which shapes our interpretation. That explanation opened doors to my perception of reading a text. It wasn't that I had never considered about the possibilities of meanings that lay coated in words until then, but, what perhaps I lacked was to look for that void where I questioned the layers of meaning, where I put myself in those layers of wo...
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