Time churns its stories in a weird way,
Spinning on the top of surprises,
Making one wonder what we are doing with life;
When its life’s doing something with you.
With auguries of the future held in hand,
We peruse the lanes and bylanes of this life,
Solve the same puzzle a thousand times,
Count the bunch of coins from all dollars to dimes.
At times there is a game of chess going on..
Between the mind and the heart,
Between black and white,
With eternal pauses and resounding moves.
A game repeated every day and hour,
Like the same story told in different lingos.
It shows up in every new step round the corner,
Every decision and choice reeks of its wood.
When you broom the path and stear it clear,
Nature makes sure to spatter it all again.
To test you or maybe just to make you wait ,
To let the perfect timing seek and come to you.
Like rills in sands and freckles of the shells,
You come to see your choices as ripples,
That will soon be settled with the changing wind,
But not without leaving its trail to peck for.
It’s always a timeless chronicle of choices,
A garland of oxymoron hung around forever,
A question to be or not to be:
A choice to do or wait and see.
Splashes, close to the heart 