I wish i could hold the running thoughts,
I only know i could recall,
They are bright or dim.
The secret’s are surrounding me,
In their arms
Whose lap is waiting
? Who would narrate those old stories ?
Perhaps one day , while sitting on the banks , the unseen
thoughts would knock
In a free voice, In a false sleep..
The everlasting hide and seek , kept running as unseen
thoughts.
They are eternity
Years will pass in a blink,
In every mood, In
every sound...
Unseen images would hold tight and reminds to recall.
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