there is time
and then we are there
when we will not be there
time will still be there
I walked by the lake
images reflecting
among them I searched for mine
I was not a reflection
I was full of life
I stepped into the lake
may be I am not in the reflections
may be I am deep in the lake
along with the rocks
that show up only during drought
It was shallow
I walked forward
my foot felt a familiar touch
a forgotten leaf
from some deep memory
I decided to immerse myself
without a bit of me to be seen outside
I used my hand and feet to feel
I could not. It was gone
It was dark in there
the rays of sunlight slowly vanished
it might be night outside now
I decided to remain there.
reflections have forsaken the sun
they are now with the moon
I am still searching
I will find it some day
there is time
and then we are there
when we will not be there
time will still be there
-Vinod-
Categories: National Poetry Month, Poetry
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