Fascinating symphony throughout has played,
Vivid as the colors of rainbow,
Merging from one to another,
Soft sometimes, sometimes a thunder bow,

As momentary as sound,
Before you point and behold,
Time has flown and gone,
Inscribing your destiny on your palm,

And though you hold it,
Tight amongst your fist,
It runs its race with the entire pace,
Unbridled, not considering your choices.

Pulling you forward, pushing you ahead,
So back on the rush,
For it will gush,
Striving for your next imprint

The tacit whispers of compulsion,
Feted with the flurry of desire,
Makes the indelible past beam,
Open eyes or in a dream.

The night falls on me,
For the darkness has touched me after night,
Admonishing the end of day,
As always,
Its over…..