Sunday, August 08, 2010

Sands of time

Sands of time slipping through my fingers

Flowing like streams of water


Not to worry

They flow back

In to the endless ocean of sand



Without hurry

I will grab another handful

And savour the feel

Of sand slipping through my fingers

6 comments:

--xh-- said...

:) wish we could take a handful of sand for every handful we lose, and not to worry about the loss...

Raveena said...

Pretty pretty imagery that mean more that just that! :)

Bungz said...

@Lone wolf - You don't have to worry about the loss. There's always another handful that you can grab...

@Raveena - Thank you! I'm glad you were able to get a glimpse at the layers. :)

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Preethi said...

A good poem. :)
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