Poem Monika Ajay Kaul
Time never Sleeps
Dusky-twilight looms nimbly
as the departing sun’s rays
embrace the supple sombre cloud.
Slowly the streets vignettes
a passe’ antique landscape.
Vibrance slowly changing to jejune.
Soon the night parades in her hues.
A Vista of Effulgence.
Black veil adorned with glitters.
A hushed breeze stoke the fire inside.
The blaze starts dancing in the hearth,
listening to the music of its own sputters.
Outside the time is plodding.
Wandering on its own pace
from incandescent to shadowless world.
On the silvery roads is a commotion.
Vehicles new and jalopies, hurtle and harp
in an unbroken course of beam, red and yellow.
While.. The world is garnering its slumbers
afew hustle and bustle is still felt.
Telling us, Time never sleeps.