Eternal Ticks

By Ankita P. R.

The clocks are ticking, and what not,

From springtime blossoms to leaves forgot.

The sand dunes of almighty being drift,

The end of time, I longed to sift.

For time moves without a hurry,

Caressing, crafting till eternity.

Time and tranquillity share no affinity,

Defying even the sun’s bright jury.

Men’s desires feel everlasting,

Life’s dormant mayhem ever surpassing.

While I seek answers from above,

They chase the seven elixirs of love.

Life is brief, yet bittersweet,

To make amends with one’s own soul.

Yet people bow beneath deceit,

Chasing facades till dawn takes its toll.

By Ankita P. R.