the moment I tried to grab it
the present became past
the future was contingent
and the past was irretrievable
my pleas to time
to pause, rest awhile
take in the scenery
understand and explain itself
were in vain
trying to stop time
I sat down
grew old and died
time did not attend my funeral
unstoppable, it surged on
illuminating eons
leaving behind darkness
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Bhashwati wrote:
Your composition is marvellous especially because of the
title which makes the sum of the shapes (angles, curves), the textures, and the
twenty shades of light and grey create the impression that an escape is in fact
possible. Everything inside the frame seems to be part of a 'real' extra
terrestrial realm as against a 'fantasy' one. Probably it is the vehicle that
time uses to surge on to illuminate eons.
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