It is what it is..
The poet's imagination
goes wild, while
writing and reading,
the messages
written in thin air,
in a world without time.
The poet wonders,
in a world without time,
without past, present, future,
what importance would the
moments and memories hold?
Will the words flow in rhythm?
Will they ever rhyme?
.
Do you know
how moments cease,
while painting days
during nights,
and autumn during spring?
.
We are alive,
in this world with time,
with limited breaths,
with time ticking by,
finding the promises of eternity,
in the zone of timelessness.
.
It is what it is..
-Payal Agarwal
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