Time steals but not all

Rusted emotion pervades the air

Bringing forth places and people

From the time lost in space

Again, into the realm of thoughts.

Though time cuts asunder everything

Veil of delusion is the hardest to extirpate

The road-map it builds in the air

Reaching the shore where the soul rests.

For each thought that renders a man alive

There is a shadow which trails it non-stop

Because the law speaks only from the shadow

Each action reverberates even through the rust.

Here I am standing in this journey called life

The same place which holds my soul intact

And my memories in strong bonds glued hard

To name an identity for a non-existent me.

When the gate of eternity opens wide

And time stands still by my side

I wish I am ready to part with a ‘bye’

Leaving my memories in shallow flow.

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