We Move On ....

Time, with fingers that weave misty minarets,
And speaks in secret alphabets,
Never ending, never ceasing,
It creates & it produces immortal thoughts,
And is the harbinger of change.
A thought, an idea, a season, a color,
And a breath of sweet perfume,
A few fleeting, transient moments,
Followed by another, and another, and another …
The written word captures the nuances of color,
In a frieze frame of pen and ink,
The merry flow of words,
In them the feelings are expressed,
But something somewhere remains unsaid,
We move on ……

A seamless sheet is spun,
With the wefts of here and now,
A testimony to us and ours,
Time has flown and swept us along,
In its inexorable winds of change,
It is invincible ahead of us all,
Never conquered, never vanquished.
It has led us to the end of our spool,
Eventually it’ll help us add to it,
Year after year & decade after decade,
Many more words will be weaved,
On the high tide of time,
And feelings will be expressed.
We move on ……


PS: This piece of poetry was written for & is dedicated to my senior batch at Symbiosis Institute of Business Studies (SIBM) - the Batch of 2006-08. You can also read the same entry (and more of other stuff!) at SIBM's official blog - http://www.sibm.net/blog.