and all that time comes to naught

you stood across the crowded room from me

straight backed elegant in your cotton saree

a few strands stylishly tousled your grey hair in a bun

mellow skin luminescent form the summers in the sun

and time fell by the side a meaningless artifact redundant

the flowing stream frozen still motionless resplendent

and gushing into the gap that carefully i had nurtured

furnished with markers adorned with milestones fractured

came memories rushing that for years away i’d safely stored

that could’ve been from yesterday or even the moment before

like one awaking from a dream of reality is unsure

as time guileful tricks gullible memory to perjure

and staying coherent at such times can then be exceedingly tough

so forgive me if i came across as slightly messed up