The author, Nandishi Shriram

The author, Nandishi Shriram
Colors myriad, yet a land unexplore

Thursday, April 12, 2012

A manifest

Time is but a manifest
Of things seen unseen

I walk a solitary wind
On the wheel of time

Gaze at me o lovely one
As I shed tears of pain and joy

When I gaze at the yonder
It is you that I see

Entrapped are you in my love
Against the silver shackles of time

I fly, gazing at the Sun
Spreading my wings to the solitary one

Burning, searing in heat am I
You watch me spinning a dance of death

Yet it is only a realm I am crossing
Stretching my silvery hand to you

Come join me in the heavens above
For this is where we are destined to be

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